to market, to market, to market i go

i just about had a heart attack yesterday. and at 26, that’s pretty serious. we’d stopped by a root beer float station so baseball boyfriend could get a float made by alex chavez and jamie kotsay, then we wandered by a’s wives table #2 somehow without stopping (i think boyfriend had foam covering his sunglasses and just didn’t see all the blonde), and then we get to wives tables #3. and there’s a woman named lacey there for huston street. MY huston. well, not mine, really. but somewhere in fantasyland, we’re pen pals and i make him strawberry rhubarb pies as opposed to cookies packed in tupperware and afterwards we play video games and watch movies without any bible references. baseball boyfriend, all goo goo gah gah as she’s filling him his 3rd (out of 4th) float, asked her who everyone at the table was, and she confirms there’s duke’s wife and jay payton’s and then she points to herself and says "huston." and i look up at the sign above her and see confirmation of the inevitable. so, ladies (and random gentelmen), huston street has a girlfriend and is, for now, off the market. however, i’m pretty sure he’ll still eat baked goods.