Friday, April 18-- Baseball and Music

This Friday I went to my first ballgame of the season! It was the lovely Shannon's birthday and she got tickets for herself, me, her sister Kate and her friend Jen. The weather held out for the birthday girl and it was game on.

I still think Wrigley could use a jumbotron The Mangiameli sisters

Shannon, me, Jen & Kate at Moran's post-game. Yeah, cheesy Moran's.

How am I the short one in the group?

Shannon pointing to my biggest pet peeve- The pink Cubs hat. The Wrigley drunk boy. Kate pickpocketed him twice. We got a 5th of Captain off him. He had no idea.

The Cubs won and the drunk boys in Wrigleyville got me depressed. Timothy, the totally trashed boy, declared Shannon and Kate hot and me "not hot" (although Shannon swears I misheard him). It upset me much more than it should have. But bascically I count on the compliments that drunk boys tell me to cheer me up, so the insults take the wind out of my sails. I know, I shouldn't need any of the compliments, should be confident in myself, blah, blah, blah. But there you have it.

As much fun as Shannon's bday celebration was, I had tickets to a concert and so I left Wrigley and headed over to meet Miriam at Schubas. I love seeing Miriam bc she is smart, independent and super hip. She's also really laid back and lets me talk about boys and all my neuroses without making me feel judged. That's always a nice feeling. So we talked and drank and saw Newton Faulkner. He's a 20-something Englishman w/ dreadlocks and an acoustic guitar. He's more John Mayer-y than I should like but after the Wrigley boys it was totally what I needed.

http://www.newtonfaulkner.com/

Post concert, we went for pizza and then home. It was a long week with 5 am meetings at the Commissary and after work commitments. A Friday with friends was a nice way to end to it.