Peanuts, Beer and C-note Seating
“Take Krüde out to the ball game. Sit him with the
large crowd. Give him some peanuts and pricey
swag. I don’t know if I’ll ever go back….”
Sing along with your blog host is kinda fun, ain’t it? I’m just rolling along living my life and
making the best out of inconvenient situations. As per fucking usual.
Yeah! Me and baseball go back 5 decades. It’s
a strange love affair that has some wicked ebb and flow to it. There are times
baseball is an obsession. And other times a pure waste of my precious mortal
countdown. But I always seem to perk up when a chance air trip drops me in Chicago
and the Cubs play at 1:20pm on a Saturday.
So…. How did Krüde wind up in Chicago? I found out the hard
way two months prior. I had just scored some Reverend Horton Heat tickets
for an outdoor gig in NJ. Told my chick about the show and date. And
then…… she drops a bomb on my parade. Seems as though there is a family related
wedding she hasn’t mentioned to me that falls on that same date. And it is in Chicago.
Shit. And double shit. I got a complete sob story from her behind the
importance of showing up to this wedding. Without going into detail, she would
be the family asshole if she didn’t go. So Krüde fired up his credit
card and booked the trip. And had to eat $100 worth of Rev tix. Damn. Double
damn.
Off to the Windy City we go. The wedding had a 6pm start time. And the Cubs
vs Pirates game started at 1:20pm. Krüde being Krüde….booked both of these
events and made it work (last minute tickets behind home plate were $110
plus, not bad). For six innings. Hell, at least the beer was cold at the stadium.
No need to bitch about not seeing a full game (which ended at a 2-1 Cubs win).
I had to catch a cab back to our downtown Chicago hotel to take a shower. Then change into a black Hugo Boss suit
(with tie). And be a good sport about leaving a close ball game all for
attending a wedding for people I’ve never met before.
The wedding was a roof top wedding with the Chicago skyline
behind us. Windy as fuck up there. My reverse mullet haircut was flying in
every which direction (which made any photo of me a farce and a half). And the
sun was melting what was left of my good mood. At least the open bar on the
roof top had cold beer. I had 3 brews before the couple sealed the deal. Usual
wedding reception shit. Dinner, dancing, dessert and photo ops. And the aforementioned
open bar. Always a nice touch at a wedding.
Left for Chicago on a Friday. Came back to New Jersey on Sunday. A 48 hour swing
through 3 states, 2 hallowed grounds, 12 Uber rides and one 7-11. That’s
where I found the Dubai candy bar that was so highly touted (not bad, not
worth $17 ). All I know is that my wallet was a pound lighter and my bowels a
pound heavier after this trip. Another Krüde adventure in the books. More to
come….. if my frayed wits stay true. Mahalo
0.17 is the new sober,
KK