A Year In Pictures Following The Break-Up

Last night was my first visit to the United Center. Young was very excited that our tickets told us to enter through Gate 2 and a half, as if we would have to walk through a wall and hop on the train to Hogwarts. In reality the half gates were the entrances to the luxury levels, which are their own kind of magical experience.

Within two minutes of walking up to United Center, I spotted some people I know: Justin, Rachel and Sanchez, who moved to Chicago from Arizona around the same time I did (Justin and Sanchez, you may remember, transported the Giant Bed).

Me: What are you guys doing here?
Sanchez: You should have called me. We're in a luxury box.
Justin: Free food and booze.
Me: I'm in a luxury box too. Luxury box wars!

It was the end of the season, and the Blackhawks had no chance of going to the playoffs. General attendance was sparse. I'm sure demand for the luxury boxes was low. I imagine most of the boxes held people like me, folks of little importance (friends of employees, neighbors of clients) tasting some luxury ("Hot dogs, chicken sandwiches AND mini hamburgers?!") at a game that doesn't count for anything.

# posted by Arnie : 12:07 PM