I am absolutely not a throwback thursday-er, but today I am SUPER missing last summer, and one of the most fun weekends of my life. If you know me, you probably know that I love baseball (more than a normal amount...) and that my number one life goal is to go to a game at every single MLB ballpark.
Until last summer, I had only been to the Trop and Turner Field, but my parents, being the awesome humans they are, told me to pick a ballpark and we'd go. I've long had an obsession with the Ballpark at Arlington, thanks to The Rookie, so it was an easy decision. So, on a muggy Friday afternoon after work, Dad and I hopped on a plane bound for Dallas.
I am not exaggerating when I say that every moment of the quick trip was perfect. It was one of those weekends where time moved slower, and we somehow fit so much life into 48 hours. We landed in Dallas just as the sun was setting (which was like 9:00... that was weird.) and found our hotel just as the Rangers' Friday night game was ending. We ate pizza on the balcony to a perfect view:
that's real life. it was absolutely the best way to get welcomed to arlington.
This was our view in the morning. I dare you to tell me that's not the greatest thing you've ever seen.
The next morning, we explored Cowboys Stadium. We got to see pretty much all of it... which took a while. They're not kidding when they say it's HUGE. Literally the biggest building ever. And the outside of it looks like Space Mountain. We got to play in the locker rooms and run on the field and see the luxury boxes... it was fantastic.
its HUGE, I tell you.
Then, after a quick trip to the Wal-Mart that was literally within spitting distance of Cowboys Stadium (which I thought was a little strange, but whatever.) we hopped on the cutest trolley and went to the Ballpark. It was starting to look a little stormy, but when the sun peeked out, it was probably the most beautiful thing ever:
I wandered through the stadium, ate chicken fingers (of course), and then, because the baseball gods were smiling on us, we got to see a 10th inning. A Nelson Cruz walkoff double ended the game, and it was SO fun. Like, Bryant-Denny Stadium level of fun.
We spent Sunday morning exploring downtown Dallas and the JFK assassination museum (not as morbid as it sounds, I promise), before boarding our flight home. It was a lovely, quick, perfect trip, and then Dad and I were both back at work on Monday morning. Sometimes, that's all you need: 48 hours of spontaneous fun and adventure.