Posted By Kristabella on April 21, 2008
This weekend I had big plans. Big drinking plans. An event I was looking forward to for weeks. I was going to the cubs game on Saturday afternoon, watching the game from one of the rooftops on Waveland Avenue. I was going to drink myself silly because I spent a good chunk of money (part of it was for charity) and I wanted to make sure I got my money’s worth. And it was more cost-effective to drink that money instead of trying to eat $85 in hot dogs and potato chips.
I prepared myself for what was to be a long day. One where a lot of beer was going to be flowing through my blood stream.
I’m very excited. And very squinty.
The game was at noon and the minute they opened that bar, I was there, flirting and chatting with the bartender making it known that I would be BACK THERE OFTEN. Because I was on a mission to drink as many beers as possible in the time allowed.
View from our rooftop on Waveland. Jealous?
Dora the Explorer threw out the first pitch. And then Carlos Zambrano came out of left field (literally) and snatched the ball away from her. And Dora yelled “Swiper, NO SWIPING!” And Carlos said “Awww, man!”
The Cubs were very good this day. They scored lots of runs. Do you know that that means? That means the game goes long and the 7th inning comes later in the day. Why is the 7th inning important? That’s when they cut off beer sales.
Cheers, Cubbies! Here’s to your offensive prowess!
The day moved along. The weather was awesome for a good chunk of the game. It was sunny and warm and I really am blindingly white and need to get some sun.
The Cubs scored runs and I drank beer. I chronicled the day’s drinking.
Schwerer’s cups left. My cups right. Yes, that would be my SEVENTH beer.
And then it was the seventh inning and we needed to STOCK UP on beer!
Yeah, that’s just for two people.
And then it started to drizzle water drops from the sky and we moved inside the building. And drank more beer. Here’s the final damage.
On second thought, maybe I’m not old. Because, dude, that’s 10 damn beers. That’s A LOT of beer.
Other highlights from the game:
- These guys sat in front of us
- Those names are not names of current players on the Cubs. In fact, 10 is retired because that was Ron Santo’s number.
- Getting your own name on jerseys is stupid.
- (Apologies to anyone out there that has that unfortunate problem with a jersey)
- As the sun went behind the clouds and the wind shifted off the lake, it got very cool on the rooftop.
- So I put on my jacket and buttoned it up.
- Some woman made fun of me buttoning up my coat.
- And then told me, because my coat was buttoned, that I must be from the suburbs.
- Which is like telling me I’m fat or ugly or *gasp* NOT FUNNY
- If she wasn’t old, I probably would have hit her. Or tripped her with her hands full of beer.
- Why would buttoning a coat make me from THE SUBURBS?
- After the game, the rooftop people were heading over to a bar down the street.
- We got there and it was PACKED. We couldn’t even move. So we decided to head to Sluggers, which is our stand by because it is so big
- It too was packed.
- So we left and walked a little further to a bar where no one was.
- Proving that I’ve turned into an old lady because I couldn’t even handle a crowded bar after TEN BEERS!
- We ended up grabbing a bite to eat and then Schwerer went to catch the bus and I hopped on the EL.
- But not before stopping at a candy stored and buying a pound of Swedish fish and other gummy candies.
- NOTE TO READERS: Do not buy bulk candy when you’re DRUNK.
- Especially at $8.99/pound
- So I ate my candy, took the train home and passed out on the couch before 6 PM.
- And proceeded to sleep until 9:45.
- And then went to bed at midnight because I was exhausted.
- After less than SIX HOURS of drinking.
- How on Earth am I going to survive in Vegas?
But I had a good time and I will be spending a lot more time at Wrigley this season. If only to prove to myself that I’m not an old fart who can’t go drinking after games because of the crowds. Wah.
Don’t worry, I’m ashamed enough for all of us.
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