SelectHealth gave Noah a few tickets to the Blaze game on Friday night, so he picked me up and we planned to go straight from work. As we drove along 300 West and paused to let a few jerseyed fans with their faces painted orange cross in safety, I began to wonder about my ensemble that was entirely appropriate for a Friday at an ad/PR agency downtown but suddenly felt uber-stuffy for an evening of tackles and touchdowns sponsored by our local Harley-Davidson dealership.
Time was of the essence, so I shrugged it off as Noah and I roped our neighbors Marc and Katie into the last-minute plans (so glad you two could come!) and headed to the Energy Solutions Arena.
We disembarked the elevator on the suite level (a detail Noah managed to recall from the email) and found ourselves at the executive suite. Dress code: no jeans (a detail Noah did not manage to recall from the email). The very sweet hostess informed me I was not gracing the room's presence in my Gap bootcuts, at which point we turned around, retraced our steps BACK to the parking lot and called Marc and Katie to be sure they didn't show up sporting the same denim faux pas.
No big deal - we live just a few blocks away - we cruise home, Noah hands over the keys, I fly up the stairs and change. I get back in the car - now properly slacked - and Noah extends his hand for the keys... the KEYS. So Noah busts a very impressive break-into-the-house move, which receives a raised eyebrow from some guests at an apartment across the way but apparently warrants no actionable concern. We are, after all, west of State Street. The broad daylight break-in is commonplace.
We finally made it back to the game in suitable attire and enjoyed a fun game, pleasant company and a delicious meal. Thank you - Marc and Katie - for putting up with us :).