Dream

Back in September when the Jazz schedule came out the first thing me and the boys did was check when Chicago was playing in Utah.  February 9th.  The date was put on the calendar.  Several times I got online ordered tickets and then changed my mind at the last second.  My latest theory was that the tickets would get cheaper right before the game.  Ya, don’t trust my theory.  Things kept getting scheduled for that night, but I made sure nothing interfered with the game.

About Sunday I started thinking, maybe we won’t get to go, which was really sad.  Wednesday morning Brandon got up early so he could search every site to find cheap tickets.  The prices just were going up and up.  So we all were sad.  I took the boys to school and said, “don’t worry I will try to figure something out”.  We will have fun watching it on TV if nothing else.  Well I get home, check my facebook and there is a message from my BFF’s awesome brother telling me he has 2 tickets to the game for me.  And not just any tickets, 9th row tickets.  Pretty much her brothers are the best, they give us tickets often.  We all love them lots and lots.  I about had heart failure, I was so excited I couldn’t concentrate on anything.  Good thing I had a busy afternoon or else I would have gone crazy.  OK this is getting too long.  So it was Brandon’s turn to go with me to a game.  I told Jacob first and he cried.  I felt bad, but he got over it quickly.  I then told Brandon who also cried, but his were tears of joy. 

So me and Brandon lived the life last night.  We were right by the Utah Bulls bench so I could see my former boyfriend up close and personal.  I about cried seeing he and another favorite Ronnie Brewer in Bulls uniforms, it was wrong.  We joined in booing Boozer and cheering Korver and Brewer.  It was awesome.  A creepy bulls player came up to us during halftime outside the bathroom and said, Hiiiii buddyyyyy in a creepy creepy voice to Brandon.  We laughed and added it to our claim to fame.  We even got on the jumbo tron briefly.  Up until the last minute, when my former bf made a 3 pointer (of course he did because he is so good) and the Jazz lost, we had the best time ever.

So right there, you can’t tell but that is my former bf and my maybe new bf standing next to each other.

It was still a dream even though they lost.  Thanks again to our wonderful wonderful friends.