OK, I've figured out what's going on.
Jul. 6th, 2005 06:20 amSomewhere in the Celestial Headquarters, in the Luck division they had an audit. An auditor grabbed my file and sat down for a look. Then kittened his coffee halfway across the room. "What in the Realms is going on here!" he exclaimed, "This guy is so far out of balance, I'm amazed he hasn't fallen out of Reality yet!" Fixing a baleful glare on the cowering bureaucrats of the Luck Division, he roars "Fix this now, or look forward to supervising the Trekkie Sex Division for the rest of eternity!"
This is the only logical explanation for the past few weeks. The Judas Priest tickets, the new job that I love, suddenly having an excess of social engagements to attend, and then what happened last night at the Giants game...
A couple of months back, at the start of the season, one of the regulars in
sfgiantsfans who happens to hold season tickets announced that there were several dates he wasn't going to be able to attend, and would anyone like to buy his tickets for face value? One of the dates offered was July 5th vs. the Reds, so I jumped in and claimed the two tickets for that night. Those tickets were in Section 143, the centerfield bleachers out at the 421 foot marker on the wall. Not the best seats in the world, but hey, it's a Giants game!
Going into the park last night, two people approached us. Asking where we were sitting, they asked if we'd like an upgrade. I explained that we were pretty much broke, but they insisted that the upgrade was free. They had gotten better seats themselves, and were fellow Deadheads (Kirsten was wearing her GD/Giants shirt and I was carrying Phil Lesh's Searching for the Sound). The tickets were club level, section 204, row A.
You can click on these two sections to see the difference in views
I'm never going back. You can't make me! The Club level has freaking waiters who come and take your ballpark food orders! The bathrooms are amazing, and the concourse is enclosed! The seats are big enough for Kiri! It was amazing!
Pity the Giants weren't. Of course, the first base umpire didn't help with blown call after blown call.. After the heart of our order went down 1-2-3 in the 8th, I decided to head out for the train. I have to work today, and watching yet another loss was not worth staying any longer.
Kiri wandered away at one point, returning with a new shirt for me. "Gigantes de San Francisco"
A good night. And thanks to the Celestial auditing crew for fixing the balance in my life.
This is the only logical explanation for the past few weeks. The Judas Priest tickets, the new job that I love, suddenly having an excess of social engagements to attend, and then what happened last night at the Giants game...
A couple of months back, at the start of the season, one of the regulars in
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Going into the park last night, two people approached us. Asking where we were sitting, they asked if we'd like an upgrade. I explained that we were pretty much broke, but they insisted that the upgrade was free. They had gotten better seats themselves, and were fellow Deadheads (Kirsten was wearing her GD/Giants shirt and I was carrying Phil Lesh's Searching for the Sound). The tickets were club level, section 204, row A.
You can click on these two sections to see the difference in views
I'm never going back. You can't make me! The Club level has freaking waiters who come and take your ballpark food orders! The bathrooms are amazing, and the concourse is enclosed! The seats are big enough for Kiri! It was amazing!
Pity the Giants weren't. Of course, the first base umpire didn't help with blown call after blown call.. After the heart of our order went down 1-2-3 in the 8th, I decided to head out for the train. I have to work today, and watching yet another loss was not worth staying any longer.
Kiri wandered away at one point, returning with a new shirt for me. "Gigantes de San Francisco"
A good night. And thanks to the Celestial auditing crew for fixing the balance in my life.