|You see how angry I am at being kidnapped.|
|How did she know it was my birthday!?|
She says we're going to a great barbecue place in Chicago. She (not intentionally) drives right by Wrigley Field. I'm inwardly groaning because I know there's a game at 3:05 — I can hear the organ playing.
We pull up in front of the Majestic Hotel a few blocks away. I'm really confused because I'm looking for a BBQ joint.
"Oh, by the way we're staying here tonight," she said.
A little bit hopeful, I asked, "Are we going to the Cubs game, too?" She just smiled at me. Duh.
At 2:30 p.m., we're at a chilly, misty Wrigley Field, gobbling down foot-long hot dogs and waiting for the game to begin.
|Kris Bryant gets a hit.|
|Starlin Castro celebrates a homer.|
The home team lost 5-4, but it was a fun game with two close plays at the plate. My Cubs are a scrappy team this year and a blast to watch in person. Mary got us great seats, of course.
After the game, barbecue ribs and a nightcap at a funky bar nearby.
I love that girl. And I suspect she loves me.