Here's a picture from the Chicago Bulls game that I attended last night. What a magical evening! Let me recap for you. I met up with Kev and Dee at the Billy Goat Tavern just before 6pm, and we laughed and laughed as we ate double cheeseburgers and drank Old Styles. The first big snafu of the evening came early on, when we realized that none of us had cigarettes. What's a boy to do in a situation like that? Well, we text messaged The Vlieks, in hopes that he might have some kind of tobacco product on his person. No dice! Alas, we would have to do without digs for the short-term. We sauntered through the rain until we reached the United Center. Vlieks was waiting with tickets in hand! A quick stop off at the pissers and then a visit to the beer man was all we needed to prepare for the big match. Look, it's Derrick Rose! And he's oh so close to us. The game began, and I think the score remained close for most of the game. I'm not sure, because I was too distracted by the Dunkin Donuts Race, the Lovabulls, Bennie the Bull shooting t-shirts out of cannon, and three drunk Poles molesting the ticketholders in row 5 of section 113. These guys loved Śląsk Wrocław, the Polish basketball equivalent of the Chicago Bulls. And they made sure everyone knew about it. They climbed up two rows of seats to take pictures with young girls, and at one point, Dee proclaimed, "that dude's got his hand on Chas's knee." Indeed he did! It was a peace offering that could only have come from the heart of Warsaw. One gentleman in row 5 was not amused by the antics of the Poles. He conveyed his feelings with verbal threats. Please, this is family entertainment! Anyway, I was able to sneak out and bum a smoke in between the third and fourth quarters. Dee wasn't so pleased, as he was left behind. I told him to use his charm on some nicotine addicts positioned outside of Gate 7, but he would not have it. What a goof! The game ended with the Bulls losing by five, and then Kev totally gave me a ride home. A smoke on my balcony brought to end a most perfect night.Wednesday, November 12, 2008
About Town
Here's a picture from the Chicago Bulls game that I attended last night. What a magical evening! Let me recap for you. I met up with Kev and Dee at the Billy Goat Tavern just before 6pm, and we laughed and laughed as we ate double cheeseburgers and drank Old Styles. The first big snafu of the evening came early on, when we realized that none of us had cigarettes. What's a boy to do in a situation like that? Well, we text messaged The Vlieks, in hopes that he might have some kind of tobacco product on his person. No dice! Alas, we would have to do without digs for the short-term. We sauntered through the rain until we reached the United Center. Vlieks was waiting with tickets in hand! A quick stop off at the pissers and then a visit to the beer man was all we needed to prepare for the big match. Look, it's Derrick Rose! And he's oh so close to us. The game began, and I think the score remained close for most of the game. I'm not sure, because I was too distracted by the Dunkin Donuts Race, the Lovabulls, Bennie the Bull shooting t-shirts out of cannon, and three drunk Poles molesting the ticketholders in row 5 of section 113. These guys loved Śląsk Wrocław, the Polish basketball equivalent of the Chicago Bulls. And they made sure everyone knew about it. They climbed up two rows of seats to take pictures with young girls, and at one point, Dee proclaimed, "that dude's got his hand on Chas's knee." Indeed he did! It was a peace offering that could only have come from the heart of Warsaw. One gentleman in row 5 was not amused by the antics of the Poles. He conveyed his feelings with verbal threats. Please, this is family entertainment! Anyway, I was able to sneak out and bum a smoke in between the third and fourth quarters. Dee wasn't so pleased, as he was left behind. I told him to use his charm on some nicotine addicts positioned outside of Gate 7, but he would not have it. What a goof! The game ended with the Bulls losing by five, and then Kev totally gave me a ride home. A smoke on my balcony brought to end a most perfect night.
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