Yesterday I woke up at 11am. Now don't get mad or jealous and think "Eve is totally lazy! She slept in, she gets to sleep in until 11am!" Friday night I drove to Waynesboro for rehearsal, rehearsed until 1am, and drove back to DC. That's 5 hours driving.... Followed by falling into bed at 4am.

I was in the kitchen, wandering around like a zombie when my friend called and asked me if I wanted to go to a baseball game. I said, "Sure!" (Because I like going to baseball games.) He said, "Great! I'll be over to pick you up in 30 minutes!"

I croaked "Great!" into the phone, and then ran upstairs to try and shower myself awake!

Luckily, he was 20 minutes late so I was able to use that time to obsess over different outfits. Dressing for a baseball game is difficult. You can't look too dressed up or you're a freak--but who wants to specifically dress down? That's not fun at all. I wanted to wear my hair down, but I was sweating like a pig because I was running around like crazy. So, up it went.

When he got there, he said, "You got pretty for a baseball game?" Which I interpreted as, "You look pretty!" And I smiled and said, "Yes! What are you going to do about it?" And he smiled and we went to get into his awesome Volvo.

We took the metro to the game. The Nationals were playing the Braves. The rain came down. The Nationals were losing. But--we had hotdogs and great conversation. I had a great time.

After the game, we rode into DC and walked around the National Book Fair on the Mall.

It was a wonderful date. I had a great time.