Social Butterfly-Monkey

I'm not naturally prone to being the social bon vivant.  I like a good time.  I like a good drink.  But, I'm enough of a control freak to want to dictate the terms of my good times.

This weekend is a bit of an experiment for me.  I had tasty plans to tail gate with The Chick.  But, her hub is in the process of recovering from sudden and unplanned surgery.  But, I have already secured the tickets and the parking space and some of the rare nibblies . . . and had invited people already . . . so I'm going ahead without her.  Although, drinking alkie drinks insanely early in the day won't be the same without her.

I'm skipping the game . . . and driving to another town for another game . . . and have managed to score sweet seats (just behind the player's bench).  And, I have passes to the VIP party before the game.  YES!  ME! A VIP!!!  Scary, no?  

Now, I need to go bone up on my small talk . . . and figure out what one wears as a VIP to a ball game.