When I am ninety and telling stories of my life to my grandchildren (I’m calling my stories “The Dark Side of Grandma” -don’t judge me -it’s cool!), one of my favorites will be the day I called in sick to go see a Giants game with my sister.
I can’t remember the details of how it happened, but I know I talked my sister into it. There’s no way she would ever initiate something like that…back then. She had a lot more responsibilities in her job, and a lot more stress. I’m sure that’s how I convinced her she “needed” the day off. My job was lame and I knew the textbook print-buying industry could do without me in my low, entry-level position for one day. So we faked a fever, sped up the 101 to the Stick (that’s Bay Area Peninsula local lingo for we drove to the stadium), and the rest, as they say, is history -or at least a great memory.
We got fantastic seats between third base and home plate in the lower deck in the warm sunshine, drank a beer, ate a hot dog and dozed off. We woke up in time for the seventh inning stretch and watched the rest of the game. I’m pretty sure they lost because I think I remember feeling we called in sick and they didn’t even win. (I felt we were entitled!) It was a perfect day.
Whenever the Giants play their first game of the season, just like they did today (I know they lost -be quiet), I always remember when my sister and I went to the Dark Side together, ditched work and had a great time. Nowadays, my sister’s much more of a trouble maker -and I love her for coming over to the Dark Side with me!
Have you ever called in sick to go make a great memory with someone? Are you working on your own set of “Going to the Dark Side” stories? I’d love to hear about your adventures!
Thanks for reading…and sharing…and one last thing…GOOOOOOO GIANTS!