Mom, Dad and I went to the Vanity Fair outlets in Reading. I got a couple of things. We went to the Reading Phillies game. When we were at the stadium waiting in the car for the gates to open, Mom complained about my hand lotion. I put a different type on, and Dad said, "Get out of the car." He repeated it several times before I realized he was serious. I hung out in the smokers' area with my e-reader until the gates for the dinner and baseball game area opened. It's barbequed hamburgers, hot dogs and chicken, with picnic sorts of side dishes, but the dinner part is really quite tasty. I think they call it a "tailgate" something, but there's an area for getting the food and an adjacent area with picnic benches.
Dad sat with his veteran buddies, and Mom and I sat in a section that only had one step up to the seats. That was much easier for us to manage. My back and legs were hurting from work, but I think I had Tylenol with me and it helped. I sent a text to A. telling him to remind me to tell B. about how entertainers for the Reading Phillies had all the folks in the stadium sing the song "YMCA" by the Village People. I don't think the crowd knew what the song meant, generally my impression when a large group of people sing that song.
The game went into extra innings, and then there were fireworks. I think we got home around 12:30 a.m. and I went to sleep before 2:00 a.m.