If you’re sweet to the official-looking “bar guard guy," he will let you sneak your drink out of the bar prison. Just don’t then get caught on national TV with a big ol’ cup of wine in your hand (true story…oops).
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I hate hotdogs. I can’t repeat this enough.
Don’t wear white pants on a hot day. Your ass WILL sweat in the stadium seat and then, when you get up to go to the restroom, it just looks like you couldn't wait and pee’d yourself. The Boy calls this ass sweat phenomenon “swamp ass”. To wit, “Baby, wear dark shorts today cuz it’s gonna be swamp ass-y.”
Yankee Stadium will let you bring in a really really REALLY big purse, but will make you leave a backpack outside.
Always keep a baseball hat in your purse. Frizzy hair looks good on no one.
Denver gives me headaches.
I should never drink in Denver.
Minute Maid Park in Houston has a great bar in right field. I sometimes go there and watch the game on the TV above the bar. I can turn around and watch it live, but there is some satisfaction in not doing that.
Taxi drivers in New York City do not know the difference between Yankee Stadium and Citi Field. No matter what, they will take you to Yankee Stadium.
Actual conversation with NYC cabbie...
Me: Citi Field please.
Me: You know, Citi Field? Mets? Shea Stadium? Baseball? Citi Field.
Me: Yes, Citi Field. Mets.
(Minutes later we pull up to Yankee Stadium)
Me: No no….not YANKEE STADIUM. CITI FIELD. METS.
Cabbie: Baseball here!
Me: OTHER BASEBALL. You know, the one that is at least another $35 from this one?
Cabbie: Yes…Mets. I take you Mets.
If it starts to rain, throw your body over the fabulous purse first. Keeping the rest of you dry is optional.
Have I mentioned I hate hotdogs?
At Yankee Stadium, you can drink beer in your seat, but mixed drinks and wine have to stay behind a steel barrier in the bar area.
More to come....maybe.
Posted by Jane at 12:53 PM