Sonics Who?

So Sunday the T-Mobile team was treated to a suite at the Sonics game to watch them play the Lakers. I couldn't pass this opportunity up again so I asked Lucky, got a babysitter for Kate, and drove my ass downtown (if anything it was because we had a suite). I had checked online to see if suites were anything worth writing home about and found that they go for about $100K per season. WHAT???? Holy crap! Then I thought: why shouldn't we have a suite? T-Mobile does sponsor the NBA so it's only appropriate that they have something nice.


The team met down at McHugh's at 5pm. (Yeah right, everyone was late except Kristen and her boyfriend, Chris.) We had a few beers and then I scuttled everyone down to the arena because this was my first professional basketball game I didn't want to miss tip-off. Our suite was catered with tons of yummy food and soda/beer/water followed up by the most delicious dessert. I watched the game until halftime (pretty much I got done eating) and then went to chill with everyone else who was watching the Oscars. Yes, there was another tv in our suite that was automatically tuned to the Oscars. From that point forward I have no idea what happened in the game. All of a sudden the game is over and I come to find out later that the Sonics lost by 20 and Kobe Bryant was ejected from the game. What? Kobe was ejected from a game against the Sonics???


After hanging out in the suite until the staff practically pushed us out the door, we went up the road to Jabu, a cute little hangout pub with table tenis. (How cool is that??) I just like the name: Jabu. It reminds me of the god Jobu from Major League and that's what kept repeating in my head until I got home.


Monday morning kind of sucked-not because I had too much to drink and have a hangover (which I didn't)-but because it felt like the game was on a Wednesday or Thursday and it should have been the end of the week. Yeah, that never happened........


Pics below.

.....and the suite......

So we're sitting here at work incessantly checking Julie's blog to see if she's popped, or at least rushed to the hospital after her water breaking. Every time I think about when I was in the hospital I get all teary-eyed and nostalgic remembering my day of horrible cramps and 45 minutes of continual pushing. Ahhh, the joys of motherhood. It reminds me of getting a tattoo-sucking while going through the process but obsessed after the memories of the suckiness fades.

Lucky and I have been discussing whether we want or are ready to have another child. Moving away from Idaho has opened our eyes to the fact that marriage and children are not life-long goals for everyone and there is more to do in the world. For example, world travel has become more of a realistic goal over on the West Coast with me checking daily the cost of tickets overseas. (Of course, we have to get our passports first which is just a nuisance delay.) Then would come the saving of the money for the trip. We seem to have more of a disposable income this year than we did last year although I checked my W-2s and there wasn't really any change in the amount we made. The cost of living is higher and we seem to go out to dinner more often to more expensive places however we still have money to blow at Ikea or new tattoo equipment, etc. We're really taking this newfound awareness to heart and are thinking of the endless possibilities we could partake.

Children is another possibility. I don't know if I necessarily want three kids however. One's pretty hard but the thought of having another kid the complete opposite of Kate is not very reassuring but having one after that is way too stressful. I don't know if we'll have the energy for three. I don't know if we'll have the energy for two! I know we want to have another one and time is getting short if we want the newbie and Kate to be close to the same age. It seemed like we had a lot of time and then Kate turned two, Julie and another coworker are pregnant, and the time is flying by a lot faster than a couple years ago. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to get my IUD removed which is going to suck balls but be worth it. Wow, this is as close to a planned pregnancy as it's going to get and it's kind of scary. Does that mean we're adults? Does that mean we're stupid? Can both answers be yes?