New Car, Caviar, Four Star Daydream, Think I'll Buy Me a Football Team
What on Earth is going on in my head these days?
In the past three days I've purchased a pile of Redskins football tickets at a charity auction, am a hair close to purchasing an Audi TT Roadster (vroom), have spent most of my time trying to figure out how to avoid any responsibility for much of anything.
If I liked caviar (which I don't) the title would have been perfect for me at the moment.
So anyway... I went to the Redskins game yesterday... that was fun. The away team was the Detroit Lions. There were very few Lions fans in the stadium... and compared to New York fans they were much relaxed. As usual I went out of my way to be nice to at least one of the away team people. I think it's going to be my thing. I held the door open for a Lion fan as he we were leaving the rest room and told him that I was sorry they lost the game, but that Lions fans seemed to be more cool about everything than the jackass people from Jersey. He commented back that because the Lions have sucked for years anyone who is a fan is used to getting beat and have to be good natured. He was also witty which I appreciated. I was walking next to him headed towards the exit after the game and someone in a Redskins jersey (dressed like me, the nerve!) shouted, "We beat you! We beat you!" The Lions fan looked at Jack Shouty and replied, "You didn't beat me, I didn't even play." Drunky McDrunk didn't have a response to that. I laughed and complimented him.
Then he went his own way.
We were up in the nosebleeds again, but this time there were far fewer drunkards. I had a parking pass so I didn't have to ride the bum bus. That saved me a good two hours of annoyance.
I've got club level seats for the Redskins v. Chicago game (and another parking pass) in December. I have a feeling that I'm going to end up buying more tickets for other games. I'm having too much fun at the games... and fun for me is like crack and it's hard to stop.
Hooray for massive expenses and wreckless diversions.