Friday Confessional: The Gardens

Eddy has tickets for a hockey game tomorrow night.  He asked me if I wanted to go, but I told him no because I'd be at a 12 hour scrapbooking event.  (I totally love scrapbooking.)  I was happy that I had a prior commitment.  It's not that I don't want to spend an evening cheering on the Thunderwolves with my husband.  No, the issue is those darn seats again. 

Some seats at The Gardens are ok, but others are really, really narrow.  I know because back in the mid 90s, in my pre-Eddy years, I had a season ticket.  One season, after major renovations, new seats were installed and, let me tell you, mine was a tight squeeze.  When I got home I had bruises on my thighs where the armrests pushed into my legs.  Big, nasty bruises.  There was no way I'd use that excuse to ask for an exchange so I suffered in silence all season. 

At the same arena, a couple of years, ago we saw Pearl Jam.  I know, right?  Pearl Jam in my little, isolated city!  It was so cool.  But, again, my seat was too narrow.  The seat beside me was wider so I, embarrassed as hell, explained my dilemma to the young lady in the roomier seat and asked if Eddy and I could switch seats with her and her boyfriend.  She was so nice about it, God bless her. 

Another seat confession.  I have more of  'em, believe me.