Beer Baseball and a nice looking broad. Whay man wouldn't want that? It was a nice time down in chicago yesterday. beer, baseball and being with a nice looking broad.what more could a man ask for. she rousted me awake (via phone..letting it ring 2 dozen times until i had no choice BUT to get up and answer it, lol) at 8 in the morning. had a slight hangover from the night before so i took my "cure" for that, which is 4 aspirin and slamming it down with coffee with a ton of sugar in it. we went over to starbucks for morning coffee (why...she likes that over priced bullshit coffee I'll never know, we could've went into where we work and got coffee free there because we work there, but...NNOOOOOO). i go gas up the harley and she goes into the gas station, i'm like 'whatever, she probably needs cigs, shit..so do i, better to get them here than pay the huge prices for them in chicago). she comes out with her cigs (marlboros non menthol, yuk, lol), 2 packs of mine (pall mall mentol light 100's) and she informed me not to even bother trying to pay for my gas. she covered it with her credit card. I was like "huh, what"? but as she said "If I'm riding down on your bike, the least i can do is help pay for the gas, i don't expect a man to pay for everything with me and you...should learn to accept when a woman is willing to pay for something". Guess she told me right the fuck off, lol. it is a breath of fresh air to have that though I'm not real used to it. i always feel there's a catch because past experiences...there always WAS a catch. so to not have the other shoe drop so to speak, i'm slowly trying to adapt to it, lol. SLOWLY...as in snails crawl slowly.
we got to chicago and went to wrigley field. I wanted to see what tickets for the day's game were available besides the general admission, way the fuck up in the middle of nowhere seats. there were two seats right down the first base line. and after bsing with the ticket agent on how we came down from wisconsin on a whim to see the game, her boss overheard us and asked if i could prove we or one of us was from wisconsin. I could since I had the licence, Jennifer just moved up here so show him my licence and he asked where in chicago i had lived. I told him and jennifer told him where she lived. he knew the areas well and said, "I'll tell you what...if you're willing to purchase these two tickets which are along the first base line, buy them in cash and I'll reduce the price of them right now". Cash it was and cash it is, lol. we pretty much paid just alittle above general admision price for seats that were above that price greatly, lol. he could've sold them at any price to anyone but I just consider myself lucky and thankful. whatever the price was we would've paid because we sure the hell didn't want to be in the nose bleed seats behind some supporter and can't see a thing without a telescope. so we got some real choice seats (from what I hear we were on camera on the telecast of the game, will have to go thru the tape I put in to record the game to see if it's true or not).
Since we had acouple hours to kill before the game started. we went driving downtown..why I decided to make THAT fatal mistake i'll never know. i forgot what a clusterfuck driving downtown was. but... she wanted to go to the sears tower and go all the weay to the top so she can look thru a telescope. why? I didn't bother asking, i would've been just as happy doing that at the hancock center but nope, she wanted the sears tower because it is, one of the world's tallest buildings. so it HAD to be there.
pppssst ya know guys, it's times like these you just don't bother to ask why or even try to argue, you just go with the flow. trying to dismiss the idea would be a losing argument and even if you did win it? in other ways you'd lose in the end so why even bother inheriting that headache for.
afterwards we drove to where she used to live, I got to meet her parents. her mom? a riot, her dad was cool. her mom was like "you move all the way to wisconsin and you get with a white boy from chicago, you could've stayed here and done that", LOL! her parents are both 100% mexican. but her mother liked the fact that i used to live just a few blocks away once upon a time. I even told her what was/still is at the corner of fullerton and milwaukee ave(I had lived on francisco ave down the street from fullerton and milwaukee) and told her how much i miss father and son pizza's pizza (where jennifer and I did eat after the game, even though we ate at the game too, lol. what pigs we are, LOL). we then drove by the area I grew up in(by irving park and pulaski for any chicagoans who read this). walked thru independence park, the park i grew up 4 houses away from. and some things, still stay the same thank God. same hotdog vender teddy was right there, same ol trusty motorized hotdog wagon, in the same spot in the park he's been at for over 30 something years. jennifer and I each bought a hotdog (she don't understand why I like mine with just mustard, ketchup and onions on it, she..well hers looks like an explosion hit it, everything under the sun on it, lol).and a soda from him, when he saw me he did recognize me and said "I swear I'm seeing a ghost from this neighborhood's past". lol. Teddy had Jennifer laughing of all the stories he told of me growing up in this neighborhood. Teddy knew me since I was like 8 years old and he had story after story he told her(some of which...I wish he never told, lol). she looked at me and said "and here i thought you were a little angel in this area, a nice little boy" she winked, knowing better.
we walked around the park holding hands and I swung her on a swing. telling her how over in the horseshoe pit(about 50 yards away) we had drank beer there, hooked up a home stereo system there on that electrical socket on the lightpole the park district had installed(for their use, but we used it as well, lol). got busted by the cops all the time for the loud music and after awhile I had to come up with "unique" places to hide the beer cause the cops knew of all the usual spots. the things we do when we're underage to hide beer, lol.
we got back to Wrigley after 12 noon and it was bat day, we both got a small soveiner baseball bat. we got to our seats and where we were at. there was a beer stand, straight up the stairs. so guess who got the job of running up and down the stairs for beer...(ppssstt... it wasn't her, that's for sure, lol). I didn't mind, we ate the overprived hotdogs, ate the over priced little pizzas and drank alot of the over priced beer (which she to her credit insisted on paying for too so it wasn't just me, she insisted on coming in on alot of things too, nice compromise which like i said, i'm SLOWLY adapting to). but you know what, that's what baseball is all about. same thing if you're an astros fan, a redsox fan at Fenway(which i was able to see one game there when i lived in NH, they got beat by the white sox but hey, I was at least at a red sox game in fenway park) or even yankee stadium(which i do want to see one game there just to say I was able to do that as well). eating that over priced stuff but enjoying the hell out of rooting for your home team in their home stadium. so for 2 people like Jennifer and i, who are from chicago, to go to chicago and watch the cubs live in wrigley field in chicago, since her and i are diehard cub fans, awesome thing to do and next month, depending on what nights off we have, if the cubs are in chicago on one of them days, we're gonna go do it again. and you know what? why the hell not.
before we got in the ball park, I had found one parking spot up the street(and spots are hard to come by, take em as you can grab them they don't last long). Jennifer and I just pumped quarter after quarter after quarter into the parking meter. the meter maid was laughing as we ;pumped quarters into it. the fuck if we're gonna come out after the game and see my motorcycle towed away, fuck that, pump the damn quarters in. the meter was anew electronic one so it registers more than 2 hour limit( i sure the fuck aren't gonna come running out say in the 6th inning to pump more quarters into the meter and then run back in the ball park, fuck that shit).so we got a 4 hour limit on the meter ( don't ask how many quarters it took, lol). the meter maid understood but never saw two people pump so many quarters at once in a meter. oh well, better to be safe than towed.
we had a great time rooting our team on, hearing george thorogood sing "take me out to the ball game", didn't have to worry if Jennifer was a cubs fan or a brewers fan, same page as me on being a diehard cubbies fan. just one very awesome time with her at the ball park.
after the game I checked the meter to see how much time we had left, had plenty so we went for a drink across the street at the Cubby Bear(I had once seen Johnny cash play there and another time seen greg allman solo). well we had acouple drinks, lol.
it started raining so we wound up staying at the Cubby Bear awhile. Longer than originally planned but hey, they had the pool table set up so her and I finally got the chance to shoot against each other instead of always being partners. She's good, she's REAL GOOD! I had learned from some old guys who used to (well one guy still does, walter) people for money so I know alot of tricks that improved my game greatly, jennifer has that knack. it went back and forth with us until the rain stopped. Then she whispers in my ear how she wants "to get something out of her system". Ya know, she always seems to just do that kind of thing, right out of nowhere, but I could tell by the look she gave me what she was talking about. I said, "well...I know of a place, it's not the greatest of hotels....", and she said "I'm not from the greatest of neighborhoods, how soon can we get there"? Knowing where it was and thankfully it was before rush hour, taking side streets about 15 minutes at most. so she said "I'm for it, but I'll let you decide if you want to be for it or not". LOL, she knew what my answer was gonna be and about 15 minutes later we pulled into a hotel that rents by the hour if you want. we booked it for 2 hours and...well. you can guess from there.
after we went walking around independence park again and we drove down to the lake and walked on the beach. holding her hand and we stopped by the rocks and I held her in my arms. it felt very nice. just two people in a relationship (of sorts) holding each other and kissing. Jennifer said and this cracked me up, "You keep this up and it might be you that may want to get something out of your system". I cracked back, "Didn't we do that already"? "And, you wouldn't want to do that again"? needless to say the desk cleark at that hotel got to see us again, LOL!
we came home real late. but you know what? It was an awesome time and it was something that I don't regret at all for any reason. I dropped her poff at her place, came home to find out that the dumbass behind the noimbill journal thought I was lurking in that journal all day, DUH! what a dipshit. thankfully Tescovee put the moron in check for me by reminding him I was at the cubs game, so how much of an idiot does the noimbill jerk look like now?
gonna check the tape of the game and see if jennifer and I were on camera ta all. it's payday today as well so you know what tonight is gonna be, after work...karaoke somewhere, karoke, drinking...probably with the other Horsemen in the club, so away we'll go again, lol. At least Jennifer and I had some real quality alone time yesterday. next month we're gonna see if one of our off days coincide with the cubs being at wrigley again, if we can pul it off, we're gonna go to another cubs game, hey, why not. beats watching the brewers, hahahhahaha.
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