You Can’t Always Get What You Want…

Luckily we did and bypassed this obscene scene!

Sixty…

Five…

Dollars…

for…

PARKING

!!!

WTHolyF???

‘Cause I Just Can’t Seem to Drink Y…

Yeah no, I can drink. We can drink. And boy did we get lucky (understatement!!) when we found 3 empty seats at the bar of a nice little place nearby that I’d love to mention but can’t for the life of me remember the name of. We had some lovely plates (the pork belly in kimchi sauce was surprisingly OMG good!) and cocktails (Gin! Some peachy thing masquerading as a raspberry thing) for what probably would be the price of a hot dog and coke inside the stadium.

To the Edge of This-uh World…

Getting in was a piece of cake since we didn’t use the entrances that the “herd” was lined up at. I was a little miffed because I had gone to great lengths to do the non-purse purse deal, spreading neccesities throughout my pockets and tucking phones into my waistband, etc. obeying the “no bags except clear bags” rule of the stadium, but lo and behold, all these women were getting in with their REAL albeit small purses. Note: My coolie leather covered in fringe jacket that I brought has ZERO storage capability. No pockets. None. Not even a clever little something inside. Nothing.

We start the hike up the ramps to the 300 level. Pretty sure this is a mile hike. All I know is my phone app told me I walked 4.4 miles that evening, and the bar was only a couple blocks away so… do the math. Unless the app calculates dancing as miles… nah, the number would have been