So as I probably mentioned earlier (I’m sure I did- so freakin’ excited about it!), Jaime and Scott were taking me to a Cubs game for my birthday. The game came this last Wednesday. Jaime and I got to duck out of work early in order to get to her house before traffic for the game became insane.
We changed into our cubs gear and waited until about 6:00 to head to Murphy’s Bleacher’s for their traditional hamburger and beer before the game. And yes, I wore a cubs shirt. My friend Adam has had quite the shit-fit about this one. He saw it in pics from when Christy and I went to the Rooftop. He was severely disappointed in me. And said I am not allowed to do so again. But I decided to wear the shirt anyways. I am aware I am a cardinal’s fan. But the Cubs were not playing St. Louis. I was simply attempting to blend in with my surroundings. And I had on red underwear. So really, it was like I was incognito…
Chuck had said earlier that he and Anne were probably going to the game. I told them to meet up with us at Murphy’s because their seats were not even close to where ours were. So Scott navigated us through the back alleys of Wrigleyville until we came upon a side entrance of Murphy’s. Good job, Scott- we completely avoided the mass of people beginning to appear in the streets.
Now I’ve started this new thing online that has a food and exercise counter in an attempt to keep myself working towards that elusive six-pack (just kidding, we’re more going for a “generally healthy lifestyle”) so I spent my free time that day working around what I was allowed to eat all day so that I could fully enjoy a Murphy’s burger. Jaime and I split one, which was just enough. Even though I really have no concept of portion control, so maybe a whole one would have been ”just enough” as well. I’m not really sure. She warned me ahead of time they like to keep them a little pink in the middle (we’re both chicks who prefer them well-done). And it was just like she said- but that’s ok. I didn’t mind. We found a spot at the bar to put down our beer as we noshed on grease. (And yes, I took the beer into account for my day along with the burger) Chuck and Anne showed up and we got to talk to them a little while. Anne just moved up for a new job and Chuck is looking to buy a place in the city- so I had a lot of catching up to do.
Scott asked me if I needed a sippy cup for my beer. I took that as it’s time to leave… And just so you know, Scott- I am not usually the biggest of beer drinkers. So I finished it (yea me!) and we winded down the alleys again until we popped out right at the gate. We ran right into a guy dressed like a hot dog passing out coupons. He was short and the suit consumed him, so we wanted to take a picture. At first he tried to make us pay to take a pic with him, but we worked it out. That was bullshit otherwise… He made me nervous. Little hands… And when Jaime posed with him, he whispered “eat me eat me eat me” in her ear. Reminded me of Sex and the City where Miranda gets harassed by a sub sandwich…
Jaime and Scott walked in ahead of me. They wanted to take pics of my entry into the stadium. So when I walked in and looked up, there they were- goofy grins, taking pics. If they had been frantically waving, I would have sworn they were like my parents on my first day of kindergarten. But I didn’t make fun too much- I was seriously excited about getting to see Wrigley. So I appreciated someone helping me document the trip.
Our seats were three rows back in upper deck with a fantastic view of the entire field. This was good to have. So we could see every single play the Phillies made to completely stomp out the Cubs that night. Seriously. It was somewhat of a bloodbath. Scott even took his eyes off the game enough to make friends with the guy sitting next to him- a Phillies fan. A crazy one at that. His wife was pregnant at home on their anniversary. Guess where this dude was… I assume there was some sort of compromise for him to get to go to the game. I also assume I don’t want to know what it was. I did get to see some good stuff. Foul balls came back towards us alot. In every section. But ours. How cool would that have been? First game I see AND I catch a foul ball? That was also the night Johnny Macchione spilled beer on Victorino. Classy guy that Johnny Macchione…
We stayed until the end. Not many people actually did. But I wasn’t about to cut the night short. I was hoping it would work to my advantage- traffic filtering out earlier so that by the time I got onto the road it wouldn’t be too bad. It didn’t. We slowly walked back to their street in the mass of disappointed and slightly intoxicated fans. That’s when we ran into a group of four street performers playing the buckets. I love the street performers. We joined the crowd to watch and then Scott told me I should ask to play. Then he said I should play. I really wanted to, but was slightly embarrassed. Those two both know how to push my buttons, so when they used the phrases “once in a lifetime” and “think about the story you’ll have for your first Cubs game”, I was in. Scott tipped them, Jaime did some sweettalking, and one of the guys jumped up to let me have a seat. I can’t play the damn bucket to save my life. I can’t even begin to say how horrible I was. The guy next to me was pretty nice- showing me how to keep the beat. I picked up a little bit on that- on and off. I was laughing so hard that even if I did start picking up the right tempo, it quickly stopped. Can I blame it on all the beer?
I didn’t make it home until pretty late. Work the next day was rough. But worth it. Even if I looked like a wreck. All I had to say was “Cubs game” and they understood. The worst thing was Jaime and I had been offered free tickets to a private Howie Day concert at Aloft hotel by the airport. I’ll admit, I googled who Howie Day was. I had no clue. But I can say, I do know the song “Collide”. And who can pass up a free show? We almost did. The last hour of work was spent weighing pros and cons of going. But who can pass up a free show? Even if you do have to google the artist? So, also for the sake of being “spontaneous” on a pretty summer day, we went. And I’m glad we did. It was a nice hotel and we just spent a couple hours lounging around listening to music in a little patio area they had. It was a small crowd. So I felt special. I spent a decent amount of time crushing on a boy and chatting it up with him. Jaime and I both decided he was worth pursuing. Wasn’t too happy to find out he had a girlfriend. Unpleasantly surprised with that one. But you live and you learn I guess. It was a fun hour of butterflies in the stomach. Dang… I guess I should have focused my attention on Howie Day instead… Then again, maybe not. The next day, a girl at work said he hooked up with a girl from her high school after a concert. And then they stumble upon a blog about all the “moves” he uses to lure girls onto the tour bus. What a man whore.
Anyhoo- back to the Cubs game. I had a great time. It was cute because Scott’s mom texted him during the game asking if i was enjoying myself. Loves it! I want to go again sometime soon. But I may just wear neutral gray (as to avoid any more hostile comments from my friend Adam). The End.
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