Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
May. 15th, 2007 09:33 amLast night at dinner, Mom said she wanted to give me one of my birthday presents early. She handed me an envelope; inside were two tickets to Wrigley Field on my birthday.
Sunday, May 20th. 1:20PM.
Not only is it Cubs tickets, it's Cubs vs. Sox. The stadium is going to be PACKED. Cubs/Sox games are sold out first night tickets are on sale, every year.
Not only that, it's second row, behind the visitor's dugout.
I was going to spend my birthday with Rowan doing spicy foods, as it's Rowan's birthday as well. Now, the two of us are going to be sitting in an easily-televised location, almost field-level, watching a crosstown game at Wrigley.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
Five days. Do you know where your Ally is?
Sunday, May 20th. 1:20PM.
Not only is it Cubs tickets, it's Cubs vs. Sox. The stadium is going to be PACKED. Cubs/Sox games are sold out first night tickets are on sale, every year.
Not only that, it's second row, behind the visitor's dugout.
I was going to spend my birthday with Rowan doing spicy foods, as it's Rowan's birthday as well. Now, the two of us are going to be sitting in an easily-televised location, almost field-level, watching a crosstown game at Wrigley.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
Five days. Do you know where your Ally is?