This weekend, I had the opportunity to spend a little time in the Indians Social Suite.
The night couldn't have been more perfect. First, it was gorgeous. Second, we played the Yankees (and WON!) Third, I was with my best friend.
The Social Suite was ah-mazing. Great view, spectacular service and of course, ample amounts of phone chargers--just in case!
We enjoyed watching the game, mingling with other ad execs and industry peeps and drinking ample amounts of Great Lakes beer.
Shout out to all my new friends:
@magee333 @cshillz @Indians @BowersCLE @THE_DANNY_FAIRY @_Believeland @cre8ive_juice @RCoristin05 @ehlo3 @WayneEmbrysKids & more!
When the game was over, we were escorted down to the field where we watched a fireworks show in the very dugout where the Yankees set minutes prior. I stepped in Derek Jeter's spit. Yes, I am putting this in my Facebook timeline.
The show was spectacular. In that very moment-- sitting on Indian's field, watching the goregous fireworks above the Progressive Field sign-- I couldn't have been more proud or happy to be a Clevelander.
Thanks again to the Indians for this amazing opportunity! I had a blast!
Sunday I woke up a little late, recovering from my brief Great Lakes hangover, and decided it was a beautiful day for a round of golf. So, myself, Morgan and a few friends hit the links of PCC.
PCC is the country club that my parent's belong to. Always have. I've been lucky enough to reap the benefits of this membership my entire life. And by "reap the benefits" I mean, endless Thelma's and Kettle Ones on tabs that I never see.
But, other than my golf lessons enforced upon me by my father as a tween, I usually stick to laying at the pool bronzing my bod while drinking excess amounts of alcohol with my girls. So, as you can imagine, this Sunday was a lot more effort than usual.
9 holes, 3 beers, 2 lost balls, many sarcastic comments from spectators later, and I was done. How can one person, who is clearly outfitted so ready for golf in her pink glove, pink clothes, pink balls, pink clubs and pink shoes-- always hit the ball RIGHT? That is a question I will never have the answer to.
Needless to say, I needed another beer to quell my frustration so we headed over to the pool for dinner and a drink. It was a beautiful day and night with good friends. A perfect way to spend my Sunday.
This weekend, we have a very special birthday to celebrate. That's right. Nipple-piercing, trouble-making Morgan is the big 2-3. Many hilarious blog posts re: the celebration to follow. I know, you can hardly wait!
Happy Birthday Morgan! I love you.
Blogger Disclaimer: I was given complimentary tickets to the Indians game to take part in visiting their Social Suite.