Oh and then there was more free food. After we saw all the other Jr. Jazz kids around us eating free hotdogs and drinks... we went and got our own. Maggie thought she was in heaven when I filled her sippy cup with Fanta. Is that bad mothering? Don't answer that. In all, it was a great family night. Free tickets. Free food. And we beat the dang Mavericks. Sweet.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Free Food and Booze(r), Carlos Boozer that is.
Dan comes rushing in last night, "What are we doing for Family Night? How about a Jazz game?" How do I say no? I don't. I stick the half made dinner back in the fridge, dress Maggie in her old school purple K. Malone #32 jersey, and hop in the car.
The Jazz don't make my heart pitter pat. Truthfully I'd rather see a movie. But knowing that the man I love goes crazy for it I didn't mind at all going along. Ryan's Jr. Jazz team somehow had some extra tickets to the game so we ate some of their free pizza and drove Ryan and another kid to the game. Our seats were 2 rows from the top. I'm pretty sure the top is like 63,874,569 feet above the court. Our view looked like this:
And Maggie was so amazed by it all that she sat there looking at the "Princesses on Ice" flyers taped on every seat and staring at the "ants" running around with a ball on the floor below us. I'm thinking if they held Sacrament Meeting in the Energy Solutions Arena, she just might sit and watch it.