Oh, that was so much fun! So it didn't start well for me. To add insult to injury, even though I decided to brave the mean, rude, old Chinese people of Chinatown and take a crowded bus, it stopped just before Market because there was like some... ethnic parade or something going on (I'm so racially/culturally sensitive) and the bus couldn't cross Market--so basically I had to walk and deal with the bus. :P
Then when I got there, the oldest, slowest ticket person ever "assisted" me. I was like, "I want a standing room only ticket." Because those are only $14 and I'm kind of cheap. She stared at me in this befuddled, somewhat senile manner as if those tickets don't exist. So finally I relented and I was like, okay, view reserve outfield which is what she was pimping. Then she typed things for (and I'm not exaggerating) 3 minutes. Seriously, she was pressing the arrow keys so much I thought she was playing Tetris. After all that she's like, uhh, these seats are very high I'll look for view reserve seats instead, and I was like, umm, fine. And then she spent another 3 minutes playing Tetris, and finally got something that was satisfactory (to her).
At this point I handed my credit card over and called Chip, who I knew was at the game with his gf and a group of like 10 people, to ask him what section he was in, and I told him I was just buying my ticket and he's like, "stop! we have extra tickets" so I desperately told her to cancel it. Thankfully, she was so slow that even though she'd already swiped my card, she was still able to cancel it. I think. I'll check my credit card bill more carefully this month. :P
So I got to join their group and had lots of fun talking and laughing and stuff. It was a beautiful day for baseball, the sky cleared up completely, sun came out, it got warm, we got Sheboygan brats and garlic fries, and black cherry vanilla root beer floats, which Chip's gf absolutely loved, too. I sat in the bleachers for the first time and I quite enjoyed it! You can't really watch the game as well, but you're pretty near to the field so that's nice.
I came out of there pretty satisfied with the game because Zito didn't fall apart into little pieces, which is a success as far as I'm concerned, and I also somehow missed both home runs that he gave up, once cos' we went in really late as the game had been moved to 12 and someone thought it was still at 1, and the second because I was buying root beer floats from the slowest scooper ever (sense a pattern?).
We went to a microbrewery/restaurant near the park called "21st Amendment" (hee!) and I had a Mae-sized beer! (I.e. a 3 oz taster) I got watermelon wheat, which doesn't really taste all that much like watermelon, but it was pretty light, kind of like a Hefeweizen, which I like. :) Then I had to bail, because sleep-deprived + drunk + too much sun = time for shower + nap.
Very happy that I went to the game. :D