4 rows behind? we'll be there.....eventually

feelings are gross, lets talk about FUN!

today at work this nice guy named bob came in and gave away some free tickets. if anyone knows anything about me this is one truth; i squeal at free tickets. Literally squeal, it's embarrassing  and really, the more i think about it, i need to be smart about saying yes sometimes.

Today's FREE night was Uconn basketball.  I was like hell yeah big muscles and sweat and tank tops - count me in. Yeah-no.  Oh yeah BTW women are allowed to play some bball these days and whooda thought people willingly watch that too.  It just isn't the most interesting thing for me or my 2 companions, which probably made the excursion that much more enjoyable.  We talked a lot about things that we wouldn't pay money for, women's basketball was top of list (hoodless UConn sweatshirts & mock turtlenecks were honorable mentions).

we had disgusting seats 4 rows behind the bench, ya know the kind you only get if you are somebody, and being us (not those type of people) we ate up all the attention from the "regulars" and even the camera dudes were like "who are these 3 fine, young, intelligent, straight gals? lets put them up on the monitor and give them a proper mock turtleneck welcome" OH wait, that was Jay the taper guy, we actually knew him from way back. Cool!  so we made it to the game for the second half. The Uconn women won only by like 40 points instead of their regular 85, glad it was such a nail-biter. sigh.

Courtney and Meghan are silly! This restaurant/bar we went to after had miserable service, but damn that food they wouldn't serve us smelled sooooo good!  We lost my car in a fairly vacant parking garage, it was your typical scenario for any b-slasher movie. I suggested splitting up to find the car faster, because that's what people in the movies always do and they always find something lurking around the corners, car, homeless man, serial killer, etc.   We posed with some greats like RayRay and Big Bird and made fun of rich people, cops, stereotypical women's basketball fans, and plastic beer bottles with yankee stadium prices.


rumor has it we're gonna move to a different capital city this weekend for something a little more in our preference range: being loud and disorderly, paying decent money for better drinks and service, cute single boys closer to our age that don't collect cats or pokemon cards or arrest warrants, kitchens that are open past 10pm & public transportation.