Yesterday my sweetie texted me from work and asked if we were busy Wednesday night. Do we ever have a night when we don't have a million things going on? He was excited to report that his company had made some tickets available for the Jazz game. Not enough for everyone, but then we couldn't convince everyone to give up their busyness just for a basketball game.
We had a great time. There was a tiny bit of snow, but the weather cooperated and other than the traffic, we managed to get there just before the national anthem. One interesting thing I realized about the lower bowl was that if I watched the floor, I could see the players better, but out of habit, I watched the big screen anyway.
The second thing I noticed was that the environment wasn't nearly as family-friendly. Everyone around us seemed to be holding a beer, which my little guys had never really been around before. Not that I begrudge people their beer, they can do whatever they want, that is until the lady behind us spilled a huge cup all over the floor and my sweetie's coat.
The Jazz were ahead in the third quarter, but they couldn't shoot at all during the fourth and ended up losing by a pretty decent margin. Curly was disappointed, but quickly moved on to other things and though we had an exciting evening, now I am up until all hours of the night making candy for my sweetie to take to work tomorrow. I guess "busy" just depends on how you look at it.