My suitemate walked into my room two days ago, or maybe three, doesn’t matter - time flies when you’re me. (yeah, yeah… I know that’s not the exact saying… and I realize this new saying contains a fundamental flaw: you are not me. but don’t we all wish we could be. actually, I can be me, so technically that doesn’t apply to me…only to you. Understand? good.)

Now, where were we? ahh yes…

My suitemate walked into my room an unknown number of days ago and says, “Hey do you guys wanna go to the Spurs game? I have four tickets."

ummm yes, very much yes.

Turns out her aunt, or grandma, or some awesome family member has season passes they weren’t going to use, so they gave the tickets to us! My roommate, my suitemates and I left around 5 pm and went to Panera for dinner that evening. (my new favorite place, by the way, and also a potentially great study location) Then, we trekked over to the AT&T Center for the game.

In the car, I cursed myself for forgetting to bring binoculars. It's usually really hard to see the players from the college-student priced sections. (...oh how little I knew.) We were walking over to the main entrance, when my suitemates began veering left. My roomie and I are like, “Guys, entrance…that way," pointing toward the huge mob of people lining up to get into the game. But our lovely suitemates said, “No, we go in over here," pointing to the scary looking bouncers outside a more discrete entrance.

I don’t think the realization hit me until we had walked down a very long tunnel with flashy Spurs photographs and into the sleek restaurant/mezzanine/bar/TV/lounge area…we were VIPs. holla! I happily withdrew my I-forgot-binoculars curse, as we settled into our seats 15 rows up from the mid-court line, and our waiter, Hunter, asked us if he could get us anything from the menu. (of course there was a menu, we were VIPs, and VIPs need food and water. fact of life people.) The Spurs ended up losing to the New Orleans Hornets…sad day, but oh well, the whole experience was wicked awesome!

YOU: Wow, that is such a great story, but how can I be sure you aren't lying to me?
ME: Good question. How about some proof.

Me, pointing at my suitemate with the amazing ticket hookups.

Me, pointing at the court, 15 rows away.

Me, lounging in the restaurant/mezzanine/bar/TV/lounge area...yeah, yeah, yeah, so I took a few pictures of myself...

My roommate and the other equally awesome suitemate.

Tony Parker shooting a free throw as Tim Duncan looks on wistfully....okay maybe not wistfully but the point is he's in the picture.

YOU: Wow, I will never doubt you again.
ME: I appreciate that.

So, long story short:
Dinner at Panera. VIP at Spurs game. Spurs lost. Didn’t matter. My suitemates are awesome. bam! end of story.

that is all.
maddster