CAUTION

A conversation with your husband that starts with “We never do anything spontaneous..” can end up here..

So I was minding my own beeswax yesterday, cleaning the windows, listening to smooth jazz when my husband called (from Home Depot of course) to tell me that our daughter (up in Philly) had a friend, whose friend’s friend had tickets to the Panther play-off game and was selling them. If we wanted them we had to let her know in exactly  3 seconds flat because he had just posted the tix on facebook and they were gonna be sold fast.

“Wanna go?” I heard my husband ask in an excited voice.

I felt my stomach sink as I thought about my sister’s comfortable home where we were originally headed for the game.. her soft sofas, the big TV, toasty fireplace, hot food, bathrooms conveniently located within her house.. I wanted to ask him where the seats were, but somehow I just knew…and my three seconds were up.

“We never do anything spontaneous Cindy…”

Ugh..it’s true, we don’t.

So there I was with my ‘better half’ just a few hours later, hand warmers shoved into my gardening boots, holding on for dear life as the top, top, top section of Bank of America stadium swayed and shook under the stomping feet of thousands of the craziest football fans I have ever shared space with. There are no pretenses up in the nosebleed section, just a wild group of mostly younger, die hard fans rocking out to the music and going absolutely nuts for their hometown team.

It was freezing cold, crowded, loud and so much fun.. I swear I left feeling ten years younger.

So here’s to spontaneity (that secret fountain of youth) and those amazing, Super Bowl bound.. 

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7 comments

    • I’m a people watcher..so the real adventure was spending a few hours in very close proximity to people I would normally not hang out with…I was like a camera woman for Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom.. and believe me it was WILD!

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