A Night to Remember...

And NOT in a good way.

So I started my job last Monday (I'll have to write another entry all about that, but I'm writing during lunch, so it'll have to wait). And last night, the firm bought Micah and I tickets to the Rangers v. Yankees game. The plan was to meet six or so other attorneys there a few minutes before the game started at 7:05. So Micah and I left my condo (which also deserves another post, but again... later) around 6:15. That should have given us plenty of time to get to Arlington. Except someone had a blowout in the left land of I-30, so we didn't pull into the parking lot until around 7:00. And, by the way, I think it's outright ROBBERY to charge someone $25 to park a half-mile away from the ballpark.

But anyway... so we park and we walk the half-mile up to the stadium, and I realize that I left the tickets in the car. So we had to turn around and come back, get the tickets, and, again, make the long walk up to the stadium. (By this point I'm feeling a lot less guilty about the fatty mushroom soup I had for lunch and the glorious hotdogs I planned to have for dinner) It's around 7:30, so I'm already late and feeling bad about it. Our tickets are in the very top level (almost the very back row, but it was free so I wasn't complaining), so we attempt to take the escalator up to level three, and the ticket attendant won't let us up. Apparently the game was delayed because of lightning in the distance.

So I'm majorly worried about being so late, but since we couldn't go up, we grab a hotdog (which wasn't so glorious) and decide to wait it out. As we're eating, we see people going up the stairs, and I felt like an idiot because I realized that it was just the ecalator that was blocked off. The stairs were perfectly accessible. So we grab the food and eat as we walk. We FINALLY get up to our section, walk up to our row, and I don't see anyone from the firm. Before I had time to really think that through, the announcer says that everyone on the third level must go back down to the second level because there is a thunderstorm warning for Tarrant County.

I'm just utterly frustrated at this point. I'm the ONLY summer associate at the firm this summer, so this whole outing was for ME, and I'm an hour late! I can't find anyone from the firm, and then I realize that the guy directing us had sent us up the wrong set of stairs in the first place, so that's why I didn't recognize anyone in our row. I don't have anyone's number, so I don't know where they would be. And I don't know how long the game will be delayed or if they would even play at all. So I just decide to call it quits and head home. We walk back down ALL the stairs we had just walked up and start to exit the stadium and see a little sprinkling. I told Micah I just wanted to get in the truck and go, so we started walking back toward the parking lot.

And then the bottom fell out of the sky. It started raining cats and dogs, and we realized that we couldn't get back into the stadium because our tickets were for a one-time entry only. So we start waking faster. And then the hail came. Yes HAIL. In MAY! And we're OUTSIDE IN IT! We had no clue what to do. It was at least a 7-8 minute walk to the truck, and we're just getting pelted with hail. We saw a tree and ducked for cover. Then I looked up at Micah and we both started laughing so hard we couldn't stop. He's trying to keep the hail off me, and so he's taking the worst of the beating. My pretty purse (which was a present from Micah) is getting ruined. And yet we still couldn't stop laughing.

I finally just decide that our wimpy little tree isn't helping much, and we make a run for it. I lost my shoes twice. But we finally made it to the truck. We were so wet, we looked like someone had thrown us into a pool. My non-waterproof mascara was all over my face. But we made it. :)

The whole way home, one of us would just sporadically start laughing. It was just one of those nights where everything that could go wrong does. But it's a night I'll remember forever. Cuddled up close to Micah under that tree, I realized that no matter what we ever go through, as long as we stick together life will be a joy. He's my soulmate, and the love of my life. And he didn't even freak out about his leather seats getting all wet. :)