Thursday night we walked up to Wrigley—not for a game but for the Billy Joel concert. Okay, not exactly the concert but for the atmosphere outside the stadium. We’re used to slumming it for dates.
Case in point: we showed up with lawn chairs and set up outside to listen in.
We did the exact same thing September 8, 2012 when we were celebrating our wedding anniversary. My husband and I were sitting outside Wrigley Field waiting for Bruce Springsteen to take the stage.
And then this happened: “Isn’t that the guy who tried to pee in our closet?”