i was so excited to have attended my first chicago baseball game last thursday night! i mean, okay, let's be honest here, im not exactly the biggest baseball fan (what? it's so boring to watch!), thus leading to the fact that i know nothing about the white sox. anyway, whatever, i had a delightful time at the baseball game, wintry chill and all.
now how could the all american sport o' baseball tie into my weekend shenanigans for a friend's bachelorette party? well, friday night was the start of these bachelorette festivities and i knew it was going to be troublesome when friday was supposed to be the "classy" night which, of course, required dressing up (please refer to blog entry "the art of the sweatpant" for my sentiments on dressing up). anyway, i had a friend staying with me this weekend and her flight was delayed on friday, so we missed out on the prepartying and appetizer portion of dinner... which was fine, except for the fact that the bachelorette was already well on her way to being wasted by the time we arrived at the restaurant. sigh. too bad the restaurant wasnt just handing out shots right and left otherwise we couldve caught up to her in a timely fashion. in any event, we get to the swanky club (le passage? apparently it's known for pish poshness but whatever) and the dancing is in full force for an hour or so... until the bachelorette's excessive drinking starts to get the better of her and she starts tripping over herself and falling (multiple times over the course of another half hour)... anyway, so there's this guy that's just standing in our little area, watching (with quite the bemused expression) the spectacle that can only be the bachelorette and her entire party trying to help her out. anyway, so one of my friends decided to befriend this random stranger (who i initially thought was creepy, because, really, what kind of guy comes to a club by himself? anyway) and later that night, she tells me that he was actually really nice and was a chicago cub!
and i mean, you KNOW that's all you need to tell me. sure i know nothing about the sport let alone any of the players. but i DO know im shameless about celebrity stalking so of COURSE im all eager to revisit our new little friend. anyway, so the majority of the pack (including the girl who told me about the chicago cub) peace out pretty early due to the bachelorette's... well, her state at that point in the evening. but my friend who was staying with me this weekend and i decided to stay for a little while longer (we were having a lot of fun! what?!) and ended up befriending our new little asian dance partner. anyway, as the three of us continue randomly dancing the night away, i spot... you guessed it... the chicago cub!!! so i of course shamelessly (and without a word) just leave my friend on the dance floor (she had our new little asian friend to keep her company, at least!) and basically accosted this poor guy with a friendly tap on the shoulder and a "so i heard you were a chicago cub!" (he knew who i was because, well, he was watching our posse trying to help the bachelorette for a good hour or so... i guess he's easily entertained or something). anyway, please keep in mind the heightened noise at clubs due to the bumpin and blasting music, leading to it being one of the worst places to hold a conversation. but whatever. i just wanted to know his name so i could post on facebook that i met this chicago cub named blah blah blah. i dream big, i know. anyway, so he laughs at this opening line (because, i guess in retrospect, it's kind of forward and let's face it, random, but at the time it seemed like a fabulous idea) and says "yeah im a chicago cub" and im like "oh that's so cool! i went to my first chicago baseball game last night!... but it was a white sox game" and this guy just kind of gave me a curious look to which i quickly thought "oh f, i shouldve learned from my baseball 101 to not mention the white sox name in front of a cubs player". anyway, too late now. thankfully, he goodnaturedly just responded with "white sox? oh no no no no no." and shook his head in mock disdain. haha. i guess. i mean, i laugh at everything, so i dont really think it was all that funny a comment. so i continue the conversation easily with "so, what position do you play?" even though, let's be honest, i didnt really care. i just wanted to segue the conversation to get his NAME so i could post it on facebook! hahaha. and he was like "what?" because, presumably, it was super loud in the club so it's not the easiest thing to hear one another. and i was like "what position are you?" in a slightly louder voice to which he responded "12th district" to which i had to ask him to repeat himself because i wanted to make sure i heard him correctly. when he repeated "12th district" as i'd initially thought, i took a second to ponder if this was some sort of first or second string type of deal that i just didnt really know about (because i know enough about baseball to know that that's certainly not an actual position... i mean, give me SOME credit here) so i go right on ahead and ask him "wait, what kind of position is that for the chicago cubs? i dont really know a lot about baseball..." to which his face goes through a literal transformation of recognition to which he responds "no, no. i think youve got it a little mixed up... im a chicago COP, not a chicago CUB"...
oops. i mean, what NOW?? the whole premise of our conversation was supposed to revolve around the chicago cubs! sigh. no WONDER he'd looked confused when i randomly started sharing about how i went to my first chicago baseball game! so what else could i say? ever the smooth talker that i am, i giggle slightly and apologize, pat him on the shoulder (similar to how the conversation had begun, really) and closed our conversation with "well... thanks for keeping those streets safe for us..." and merrily traipsed right along back to my friend who was still dancing away.
i mean, i couldve at least TRIED to politely continue the conversation after realizing that my facebook status was certainly NOT going to be updated with a "i met this chicago cubs player last night!" but instead... well... "thanks for keeping those streets safe for us"? who says that? the girl who mistakes chicago cops for chicago cubs, that's who...
sigh. just another day (and/or night) in the life...
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