Chimpo joined Mystic, Gadget, and I at the Staples Center. We picked up our tickets to find out that we were sitting in row 17, right around center ice - SWEET! Plus, we had passes to the Wachovia Chairman's Room.
The game was just as I expected it to be - a high-energy entertainment-fest! After two periods, loads of nachos, and a few pints of beer, Mystic suggested we check out the Chairman's Room. Actually, she attempted to tell me that Rob Zombie would be there. When she starts talking crazy like that, I usually just give in to her requests. So off we went, leaving the boys behind.
Nobody could give us detailed directions of how to get there, so we found ourselves in the first row with four empty seats calling our names. "This must be it!" we guessed delightedly. After grabbing two seats, calling the guys down to join us, and kicking out the yam bag who jacked one of the seats, we realized it wasn't quite a room, and there was nothing "chairmanly" about it. Undaunted, we continued to watch the rest of the game from the front row. I could actually feel the frigid air blowing off the ice, and there's something really exhilarating about seeing a 200-pound man body-check another guy only inches away from your face with nothing but a quarter inch piece of plexiglas to protect you.
The game went into overtime and ended with the Rangers scoring the winning goal. Shortly after the arena emptied out, we made our way out of our beloved front-row seats and back to reality. We walked out the nearest exit only to discover that the Chairman's Room was right there! And it was just a swanky, stuffy bar. Not nearly as cool as front-row seats, bitches.
Mystic and I giggled, amused with our shenanigans. "I need to add 'front-row hockey tickets' to the list of things I want in my life", she told me.
Yeah, me too.
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