Saturday morning started with a phone call from Marcelo during breakfast with last minute tickets to the Inaugural Dynamo game at the new stadium. It ended up being the group of guys and I, from waaaay back in my early twenties, and it was awesome - all of it. We joked, drank, cheered, reveled in the luxury and laughed like we were in our twenties, and then we all went back to our thirties life that evening, slightly hungover. Sometimes that is good for the soul.
I missed the art car parade with Andrew, Lilly and my in-laws, so I have something to look forward to next year. It's a shame to admit I from Houston and have yet to see this spectacle.