Wrigley

Derek's birthday was a few weeks ago so I got him tickets to Wrigley Field to watch the Cubs play the Reds. The game was yesterday so I took off work and we took a day trip to Chicago. It was a lot of fun, except the driving to and from the game. We also couldn't find a place to park, were running late and saw no options but to pay a very shady looking character $25 to park in an alley right below the L. So we spent the whole game worrying whether our car would be where we left it or not. (and it was, thank God!) So the game was pretty boring, the Reds won 4-0, but it was so cool to be in Wrigley Field. Derek loved it so it was worth all the trouble of driving in crazy Chicago taffic and sitting in bumper to bumper traffic for hours. We also spent quite a bit of money to get good tickets, really close, which was great, except everyone around us was very wealthy and proved to be very annoying.

We sat by a bunch of couples who were friends. From the very beginning of the game, they began betting on every batter, mainly just a few dollars at a time...however, then they moved up to the big bucks. They basically stopped watching the baseball game and began playing a game of their own, a strange version of Bull Shit. It involved using $1 bills and betting on how many of a particular number you have in the serial number of your bill. I couldn't quite follow exactly how they were playing, but they had a "pot" in the middle full of money and everytime someone was caught Bull shitting the others they had to match the pot, so the pot started with a few dollars, but kept being doubled, and doubled and doubled, until about the 5th inning when the woman next to me started whipping out $100 bills!?!?! If they were so wealthy they had nothing better to do with their money than bet on if their friend truly had "7 6's" on her $1 bill, they could have given it to Derek and I. We were broke after spending $23 dollars on some sodas, hot dogs, and a pretzel! So anyways, I have learned what I already knew, there are people in the world with lots of money to blow, and instead of doing something wonderful with it, like building homes for the homeless or feeding the poor, they waste it. I also overheard their plans of what to do with the money they had left over after their gambling or the money they won, a shopping spree on Michigan avenue of course! If I'm ever rich and can't find something better to do with my money, feel free to whack me over the head with my Prada purse!