19. Go to a DC United game

Oooooh oooh hot summer nii-iights.

DC U-nite-ED! DC U-nite-ED!


A few weeks ago I got a group of my friends together to go to a DC United game at RFK. Upon our arrival, the parking attendants would not let us in the closest parking lot to the stadium, even though 3 or 4 cars just in front of us were allowed in.

So I drove past the parking attendant, and turned into the lot between two barricades. My friend Emily said from the backseat "Oh now there's another attendant running after your car."

I thought she was joking. She wasn't.

So when my car, full of 5 eager DC United (or at least soon to be) fans, pulled into a parking spot, and I saw a man in the standard parking attendant attire (orange vest, mini light saber) at my window, I simply rolled it down and the PR skills kicked in.

It also helped that he didn't speak much English. I may have taken advantage of that...

Him: No, no, exit!
Me: Oh, we're good here, thanks.
Him: He say no (referring to the first attendant that wouldn't let me into the lot.)
Me: Well, we'll just park here, it's fine.
Him: You have pass?
Me: Oh, sure here's my ticket. (I show him the generic pass they give you when you first enter and pay the $15 fee.
(He takes it, looks at it, hands it back.)
Him: No, no.....exit.
Me: (pulling the car forward a bit more, then putting it in park) Thanks, but I think we're good here. It's fine. We'll just park here.

he finally gave up and walked away...


There is a bit of my dad in me, what can I say....


So we enjoyed a toasty evening watching the Beautiful Sport and I decided that I should become a bigger United fan. But I haven't done a single thing about it since then save the email list I agreed to be put on...oh well.

DC U-nite-ED!