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I pretty much live for spontaneity. I embrace random. Life is constantly throwing me random curve balls, crazy plot twists. My spontaneous and random ideas that turn into plans are my way of fighting back. Life, you wanna twist? I’ll turn. You don’t tell me.
We don’t need a reason to celebrate where I’m from, but this time we had one - a wedding. The night before the big day a few of us girls shacked ourselves up in a cabin so we could behave and get some rest before our big day of standing around and looking pretty.
Behaving lasted a hot minute. We got rowdy playing spoons and decided to head to the bar. We grew up in this tiny town, going to the bar is like going home. It’s so small town the bride encountered two exes by the time she ordered her first drink.
We drank, we danced, we shot pool (as best as we could manage). We whooped it up, hometown style. Evidence below.
Please notice the dirty New York Yankees logo on the lovely lady to the far right. That’s Katie. Katie had a lovely baseball themed wedding this summer, Yankees vs. Tigers. It was gorgeous. All the way to the left you can see a pretty big Tigers fan. We had learned during rehearsal dinner that the Yankees were advancing and would face off against the Tigers for the ALCS. This caused lots of excited chatter throughout the night, at least for Katie and I.
Shortly before closing time, someone had enough sense to decide we should probably get some rest before the big day. Four girls and night time routines are kind of a nightmare. While Katie and I were waiting our turns for the bathroom, we talked about how awesome it would be to go to the playoff game. 3am is a pretty magical time for me. I make some awesome and/or bad decisions around then.
This one turned out awesome. Katie, the bride, their husbands, and I all ended up with tickets behind the home plate to watch the 4th game in the series. We made up some pretty epic signs to keep ourselves entertained and to get a little camera action. It worked. We did two camera interviews and a radio interview before we even walked into the park.
Walking in felt like Christmas. I was surrounded my smiles, happy faces eager to get to their seats and enjoy the game. The Tigers were ahead 3-0 in the series, it looked like we were about to watch them sweep the Yankees. Our seats were pretty far up, but we had a great view.
When we got to our seats, we noticed the scoreboard was splattered with weather radar and a notice — the game was on rain delay.
A little rain never hurt anyone, right? We settled in and took turns grabbing food and beer. Katie’s husband came back with some nachos and they looked pretty good, but not much for six bucks. I finally took my turn for concessions. The crowd was getting pretty thick by now, so I just stood in line at the booth closest to our seats.
Turns out the men in Detroit really like me. My nachos took a little longer; two people ordered and were served ahead of me. I had plenty of time (and a beer in my hand) so I didn’t mind. Sparkling eyes and a wide grin came around the corner. He dropped me a wink. “This right here is the coach’s special.” It was the most epic mound of processed cheese & chips that I’ve ever seen. This was going to be a great night.
We all dug into the nachos. Drank a beer. Drank another beer. And then yet another beer. My friends were blowing up my phone, this rain delay had everyone on edge. Not me. It’s rain. It’s just water. I play in the rain.
The thing about it though, is it wasn’t even raining. Yeah, there were some dark clouds, but that doesn’t mean anything. The two teams finished out the ninth inning the night before in an all-out steady drizzle. Surely they could play and make it through this epic game. I had just come off one hell of a rough patch — bronchitis, extraction, stomach issues, anxiety and stress over situations I have no one but myself to blame — all I wanted was to kick back and enjoy America’s favorite game and have a great time with some great friends. I wanted to witness this sweep, to see history happen. I needed a little sunshine in my life before my approaching doomsday.
I was laughing and taking a sip of my fourth beer when the high pitched screech of the announcer’s mike sounded. They called the fucking game. The stadium began to buzz and the swarm of angry hornets filed out slowly. I sat there and enjoyed my fucking seven dollar beer. Because that’s what you do. Katie — well, Katie is an avid baseball fan. She didn’t take the news so well. She threw a tantrum like a two year old. Her husband threatened to take her out to the car and beat her ass like a two year old.
After an argument or two (tensions were running pretty high as we juggled work schedules and made arrangements), we all finished our beers and slowly made our way back to the car. We had some crazy adventures along the way, complete with quotes that are sure to never leave the memory banks.
We all stayed in this shitty, dirty hotel. It was kind of beautiful though. But dirty. I slept (rather, attempted to) on some towels that smelled like tacos on the dirty ass floor. 3am rolled around and I couldn’t resist the urge to write any longer. I bled out this piece and finally heard from a favorite in London.
That’s life. You win some. You lose some.
The Tigers swept.