it is the week between my birthday and my dad's birthday and there is an entire holiday that annually coincides with this window of time so last night we went to the ballgame to celebrate and also stay up way past our bedtimes
at times, i felt like a marble in a marble run video being filmed in a shinjuku pachinko parlor where the people playing pachinko were made of damaged car stereo speakers blasting overlapping eleven second instrumental clips of randomly chosen top forty bangers, but in a good way. if this is the feeling that real people enjoy then i guess i want to enjoy it too even if, at times, it feels a little like being tortured, but in a bad way
if anything, it was more overwhelming than the game i went to last year, which was my first big post-lockdown crowd. i never had that good feeling of being part of a big crowd that was all sharing a moment. i don't remember it being like this before, but i don't know if that is because i have changed or because the experience has changed.
this sounds whingey. i enjoyed hanging out with my dad. shared experiences were had and shared memories were created. now, i am going to go for a walk in the woods.
