I promised I'd tell you a story which illustrates how immature I am, and here it is:What a difference a week makes! Last Friday afternoon, I was sitting in traffic (in a limo which helps soften the blow) sweating my butt off, on my way to watch the U.S. Open. This week it's freezing cold, high winds, torrential rain, and play is suspended. I guess I should be glad I got tickets for the early rounds.
As I've probably mentioned, a good friend of mine belongs to Trump National Golf Club in Colts Neck, NJ. Her husband got us seats in Trump's box for last week's matches.
To say I was thrilled would be an understatement.
The Trump box is right next to the broadcast booth for ESPN so we could peek around and see Mary Jo Fernandez, and John and Patrick McEnroe as they did commentary. Will Ferrell was sitting right below us and we had first class food, and booze. We were giddy.
Anyway, another of my friends has a son who sings the National Anthem every year at the Open. I completely spaced in my excitement and forgot that he was singing THE SAME NIGHT WE WERE THERE.
As they announced his name we got all excited and told everyone in the booth "that's our friend's son!!!" Everyone smiled politely.
At that point my excitement and wine consumption got the best of me. I picked up my phone and called my friend who I could see exiting Center Court with her son.
"Hey!!! It's Jill! We're up in Trump's box, #247!!!! Come on up!!!"
I ran over to Trump's right hand man and told him I had just invited my friend and her family up to say hi. No, I didn't ask. I told.
The family shows up. 2 parents, 4 kids and 2 of their friends. Our waiter offers them brownies, sandwiches, wine and juice boxes. They then proceed to watch the match and make themselves at home.
Finally, I notice my friend who invited me is looking a bit tense.
Oops. I guess I should have asked her before I asked my friend to drop over to the box to say hi. Damn.
I realize I'm in trouble and have to think fast.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
As I've probably mentioned, a good friend of mine belongs to Trump National Golf Club in Colts Neck, NJ. Her husband got us seats in Trump's box for last week's matches.
To say I was thrilled would be an understatement.
The Trump box is right next to the broadcast booth for ESPN so we could peek around and see Mary Jo Fernandez, and John and Patrick McEnroe as they did commentary. Will Ferrell was sitting right below us and we had first class food, and booze. We were giddy.
Anyway, another of my friends has a son who sings the National Anthem every year at the Open. I completely spaced in my excitement and forgot that he was singing THE SAME NIGHT WE WERE THERE.
As they announced his name we got all excited and told everyone in the booth "that's our friend's son!!!" Everyone smiled politely.
At that point my excitement and wine consumption got the best of me. I picked up my phone and called my friend who I could see exiting Center Court with her son.
"Hey!!! It's Jill! We're up in Trump's box, #247!!!! Come on up!!!"
I ran over to Trump's right hand man and told him I had just invited my friend and her family up to say hi. No, I didn't ask. I told.
The family shows up. 2 parents, 4 kids and 2 of their friends. Our waiter offers them brownies, sandwiches, wine and juice boxes. They then proceed to watch the match and make themselves at home.
Finally, I notice my friend who invited me is looking a bit tense.
Oops. I guess I should have asked her before I asked my friend to drop over to the box to say hi. Damn.
I realize I'm in trouble and have to think fast.
TO BE CONTINUED.....