Saturday, August 18, 2007

White Sox Game and Kenny Chesney Concert



Last Friday night, Justin Conklin, a friend of mine from Northwestern and Rohm and Haas, and I went to the White Sox/Seattle Mariners baseball game. We had skybox tickets from one of our vendors. The skyboxes are extremely nice - all of the food and drink you want. They also have a desert cart that comes around about the 6th inning that is out of this world.

The White Sox won big, and Jermaine Dye, a member of the Tinley Park Braves fantasy baseball team went yard, helping his owner rack up some much needed points.



It was also nice hanging out with Justin, who is the Production Manager at our plant in west Chicago and is also at Kellogg with me. He is a really good guy. He and his wife, along with some other couples, went to the Alan Jackson/Brooks & Dunn concert with us in June.

On Saturday, Rachel and I went to the Kenney Chesney concert with some friends. Justin and Emily Hanks hosted a cookout before the concert for us, Emily's sisters and some of their college friends. We had a really good time.

The concert was PACKED!!! It is the first complete sellout of the ampitheater next to our house in the past few years. There was no standing room left. The crowd got so rowdy that they cut off beer sales at 9:00 PM. We stood against a retaining wall. To my right was a trash can. The highlight of my night was when a drunk chick hunkered down and took a leak behind the trash can because the line for the girls' bathroom was too long. Like a gentleman, I blocked access to the other side for her. You can't get that type of entertainment just anywhere.

Rachel is in Nashville this weekend visiting a friend from grad school and meeting her newborn son. She took the camera, so with any luck, you may be treated to a "Rachel blog". Next week. If not, I promise an update after next weekend.

1 comment:

Mark said...

Sounds like the concert was a blast. The blog is great but the live phone call was even better. Looking forward to Rachel's blog next week. No pressure, Rach!