I went to Charlotte last Wednesday to see my first NBA game. The hotel was nice. We had a good view of the NASCAR Hall of Fame from our room. While I can’t say that I’m into NASCAR I think I can say it’s more than the derisive acronym I’ve heard them referred to. The running joke is that NASCAR stands for non athletic sport centered around rednecks. Truth is if we stayed for more than a night I probably would’ve wanted to check them out. The bathroom was gorgeous and this coming from someone who at best thinks that most hotel bathrooms are serviceable but kind of gross in general. The only knock I can give the hotel is that for awhile after we checked in there was a noise coming from the vent that sounded like the grief stricken wailing of someone’s long dead ancestor. Fortunately, by the time we got back from the game it would appear that someone exorcised the ventilation.
You know how I hate surprises unless they’re good ones and you just spring it on me? Well, Val got me a little gift. My very own pair of Detroit Pistons socks! I wore them to the game. The arena was damn near a hop, skip, and a jump away from where we were staying. I must admit I was digging downtown/uptown Charlotte. Oh I’d hate driving their as I hate driving in every downtown area I can remember but there were plenty of ways to get around down there. We had some of the best seats ever! We were about 10 rows up from the court and I could literally throw stuff at the players, if I wanted to get ejected and arrested, which I didn’t. In case you haven’t figured out who was playing it was the Hornets vs the Pistons.
Jadeveon Clowney, the defensive end from nearby Rock Hill and formerly of the University of South Carolina, was in attendance at court side and dude was a monster. I doubt he’ll drop enough for the Lions to get him in the draft but if he does I hope we snatch him with the quickness. Sometime during the 2nd quarter two men sat in front of us and Val started shaking like a Japanese schoolgirl in the presence of the late Michael Jackson and shrieking like one of those annoying AKA chicks. Just between you and me, I think she might have pissed herself a little too. LOL! She would so throw something at me or hit me if she read that. Okay she wasn’t that bad but she got my attention and motioned to one of the guys in front of us. It was Peter Thomas from the Real Housewives of Atlanta. She didn’t know who he was at the time but asked if she could take a picture of him. He said yes. Kind of felt bad for the dude he was with. I’d be kind of annoyed if I were him unless I was benefiting from freebies like drinks, food, or extra groupie pussy. That’s just how I am, don’t judge me. Anyway, after she got her picture you could see people getting that look of recognition on their faces. At halftime he went to get drinks and moved to another row when the 3rd period began.
The game would’ve been even more fun had my Pistons won but still I had a blast. I regret now that I didn’t get a picture with the Lady Cats, the Charlotte dancers. They are tiny as hell but each and EVERY.LAST.ONE can get the D. I don’t care if they’re probably get their backs broken on the regular by the players. I’m okay being the side dick for them just let me hit too. Mmmm yeah, daddy likes. I wonder if any of them know how to give a Brazilian lap dance?
I was actually called spoiled a couple of times during the trip. Can you believe that? Me, spoiled? Ahhh, who am I kidding I am spoiled. Not as spoiled as my sister but spoiled. My next girlfriend is going to have some big shoes to feel. Hope it works out.
The next day we packed up and hit road to go back home. Before we left Charlotte though we had to check out IKEA. It was my first time there and while texting my mom pics of stuff she said she was jealous. She loves IKEA. I was curious to see if it lived up to the hype. It was okay. There was plenty of stuff I could see myself using. I don’t know if I want to put that stuff together. I got my mom a couple of plants. I guess one day I’ll have to either take her to Charlotte for a day trip to IKEA or find a dog friendly hotel and make it a weekend trip. The store is massive and I can see a few hours might not be enough for her.
Cinnamon seems to have some separation anxiety when it comes to me. It’s both cute and sad to me. Val joked that if both my mom and myself left that I’d come home to find Cinnamon hanged herself. Part of me thinks it might be true. She was extremely, very happy to see me when I got home. Yeah, I said extremely, very! The only time she let me out of her site was to go to the bathroom or shower. I’m going to quit letting my dogs pick me.
The weather was fantastic! I was bugging people on Facebook with how warm it was. I know they were truly hating on me. The funny thing is my new winter coat was delivered a few hours after I left for Charlotte. Fortunately, I didn’t need it then and I haven’t needed it since.
I finally got my hands on the Marshmallow Crispy oreos. They weren’t bad. I’m just not a fan of golden cookies unless they’re lemon flavored. Now if the Marshmallow Crispy creme was on the regular oreo cookies then it would be just about perfect.