They were the Hornets all right. Well, at least they stun(k)

So we get back from the mall, miss dinner and go to the Hornets game. And the gawking begins. Incredible. But I was brought back to reality once I tried to get food.

Me: I’d like a sandwhich and drink

EvilStadiumWorkerGuy: Ooooh, that’s going to require you to bend over now while I get the glove on.

Me (once I could stand up straight again): Dude, did I just score?

So it wasn’t all great. Like the arena itself. Very flat and wide, kinda like the Mid-West (and all too many women I see). Wherein you can’t see much from those seats. But really that wasn’t a problem as there wasn’t much to see. It was Charlotte vs Detroit. It was both boring and pathetic. Still, there were things to do. Like argue w/ the women in front of us. Damn I’m smooth. But frankly they started it and I knew damn well I wasn’t getting any so what the hell. Eventually they left anyway.

Which is what we did before the game was over. We wanted to beat the non sellout crowd out of the parking lot. Frankly that shouldn’t have been a concern. I say this not only referring to the lack of people there but also in respect for our drivers. Regardless of transportation mode (train, car, taxi, bus, van), I believe we were driven around all weekend by people who somewhere believed that movie Speed was happening to them.

We did ‘arrive alive’, just in time to stumble down to the bar district. Pretty cool area down there actually. Lots of people out, good weather, lots of clubs. We got a discount rate a Bar Charlotte. Our group split up and hit different places but met up again later. It was 10:30pm and the place really wasn’t ‘happening’. Not that I know what ‘happening’ is. But it surely wasn’t crowded. But things picked up, then there was a guy on a swing, over the bar. Odd. Eventually there were women. And our group was large and in charge, and so stepped up to the dance floor.

Now I’m playing ‘wallflower’ explaining relative size issues to a tall female JC when we notice something; damn there’s a funky smell here. I still don’t know what that was. I do know it wasn’t good. Needing to move and having nowhere else to go, I had to go out on the dance floor. And trust me, no one needed to see that.

Next up: Dancing Queen!