A game, Wrigley style
I sat in the fourth fucking row, 15 feet from the Cubs bullpen. It was the shit, and later, I learned why they call El Jardin’s margaritas “mind bombs.”
This entry will serve as a remembrance of this ridiculous and fabulous experience.
September 20th, 2004 at 8:48 pm
i loved you reminding me via txt like once every 5 minutes how you were smashed. :D