Sometimes wonderful things fall in to your lap. Today, it was floor seats under the basket to the Hornets/Nuggets playoff game tonight. D. called asking if N. and I might want to accompany her. Um…yeah! I considered carpooling down to the Arena with N., but driving is flipping stressful, especially to an event like this. N. barely offered me a ride, because she rightly knew there was no chance I’d give up a chance to ride my bike. So I hopped on Rhoda and tooled down to meet my friends. I was ridiculously excited. I mean, I went to my very first NBA game just a couple of months ago, after years basketball-watching. But a PLAYOFF game? That’s even more thrilling. I snapped this picture while waiting for my friends to park their cars–it took me mere minutes to find a parking spot right in front. Ok, enough soapbox. We all piled in and watched a historically terrible loss. The Hornets looked like the junior high B team, and we lost by sixty freaking points. Total embarrassment. But me? I had a fantastic time. I love crowds and dancing girls and mascots and beer and sports and fans. After the game I hopped on my bike and zipped by the crowds walking to their cars; a number of people recognized me from my stint on the Dance Cam–that’s what you get when you’re shameless like me. Yep, I had a lot of fun, and then I got to ride my bike home in the cool evening air. Now if the Hornets can just figure out a way to pull out a miracle, maybe I can luck in to some more tickets and have more excuses to bike around the CBD.