Made up of 12 Friday night games, two Thursday day games and a Tuesday evening game in September, the arrival of my tickets have me more than ready for my next six months worth of trips in the Bronx. I spent several minutes - probably more than necessary - examining the players featured on each ticket and mentally decided which one I would get and which one Ashley would get. I already told her that for our first game, I get the ticket with AJ on it (obvi) and she gets the A-Rod-from-the-back ticket. And I have been periodically taking the ticket book out of my purse to look at it, sort of like what I did after I bought myself the bright pink lambskin Chanel wallet for my birthday. At least I haven't named my ticket book (yet) - my wallet's name is Camilla.
The tickets and Camilla have been chilling in my purse together - I swear, I'm not 100% insane.
My ticket for tomorrow's game is stuck in the frame of my bedroom mirror, like a love letter, resting just above the photo booth strips of Vida and me from our recent Friday night around Billyburg and below the neon-on-black-construction-paper drawing from my oldest niece, Edanne. It's perfectly folded so I can slip it into my wallet and not cause further creasing to the paper. That would be almost as tragic as a black pen mark on Camilla!