This past sunny but cool Sunday, we went to the park to toss a frisbee with some friends. It was a lovely day, not burning hot but sunny and windy. There were 6 parents, 5 kids and us 2, and we managed a pretty decent game (i.e. enough running around to constitute exercise) considering most of the participants were either over 33 or under 12.
After 2 hours of chasing the small plastic object, the sun began to set at 8.30pm and we opted for dinner together at one of our favourite fast food chains - Sonic. It's pretty unique in the sense that you either order and eat in your car in specified lots, or you park, order via an intercom and eat at the patio-like area. No indoor seating, meaning in winter, its mostly a drive-in/drive-thru place.
But today was a nice enough day to sit al fresco, which was also suitable for a pack of happy kids to speak at their prefered decibel level.
Being not too humid, we weren't too disgusting for post-exercise people, and made a last stop at another friend's home nearby. She graciously fed us Mango cream cake of sorts and drinks. This bears mentioning because the week before the same smelly group of people had descended upon their home to have burgers and hotdogs (since they were grilling anyway). This is what happens when you live near the park (popular weekend joint), a popular hamburger joint and somewhat in the middle of all your friends.
Arriving home and taking a shower, there was a distinct smell of salt (fortunately not something else), and the hubby says he found salt crystals on his arms. In a dryer climate, we can't take sweating for granted.
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