Last night I joined my coworkers for a game at Wrigley. The lure for me was time with the girls and also skybox seats. Let's just say, I wish I could watch every game that way. A buffet of goodies to eat in your own private space? Yes, please. Dessert cart? Yes, please. Cappuccino bar with your very own barista? Yes, please. I also appreciated that we had heaters while everyone else at the game was bundled up in sweatshirts freezing. But, alas, I won't be experiencing that luxury again any time soon. I'm afraid it's back to the bleacher seats for me next time.
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The evening was so foggy. At times you couldn't see the ball and could barely make out the players in the outfield. |
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With some of my favorite girls at the game. |