So Ryan got four tickets through work for the Angels game on Sept. 8 (totally behind, sorry) and we had casually mentioned to Ryan and Mary on the Lake Powell trip that they should totally come. In true Johnson fashion they booked tickets when they got home and planned a short, 22 hour trip, just to see us, oh and the game:) So we picked them up from the airport a half hour before the game and then took off. 
This was the longest game in history, ok maybe not, but it seriously felt like it. It was actually a really good game with a couple amazing moments and then all the sudden we blasted through 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, all the way to 16 innings when finally the Angels won! So we got out of there late, decided to get some dinner in Laguna and luckily we found a restaurant that would serve us food. The next morning we went to the beach and just soaked in the serenity before they had to leave to the land of no ocean. Ryan and Mary were both ready for the airplane and I totally made them get up on the rocks to take pictures, especially of Mary's baby bump and they got soaked by the waves. It was really funny to watch but probably not that comfortable. I blame it on the lack of wave knowledge. I did not get wet when I climbed up:) As usual, it always feels wrong when we leave each other. Let's not do that anymore.
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