The Mavericks Game

Hello wonderful friends and family!

We went to the Mavericks game this week! It was so much fun! The best part is that someone else paid for our tickets! (We're great manifesters). We decide to add to the adventure (every outing turns into an adventure) by taking the DART train. By the time we came up with that idea, we needed to book it (leave very quickly) to get to Mockingbird Station in time. When we parked at the station, we had two minutes until the train would leave. Mark grabbed my hand, and practically dragged me across streets and parking lots, hopped over medians, and ran as fast as we could to get to the train on time. Mark quickly got our tickets while I checked the route and made sure we were getting on the right train. Right as the machine gave us our tickets, our train pulled up. We had to run down 2 flights of escalator steps to get to it, and the beeps were going off right as we got there to say the train was about to leave. We made it just in time!

The game was awesome! The reason we went to it was that the instructors at Arthur Murray ballroom dance studio were doing a routine during 1/2 time. For those who don't know, I'm in the last few weeks of my training to be an instructor there (one of my dream jobs). We had a great view of the game, and it was neck & neck between the Mavs and the Spurs the entire game. Mavs won! As we were leaving the arena, Mark leaped like a tree frog (his input) and snatched a mini basketball that was being thrown into the crowd. I saw it coming toward us, and the next thing I know, the ball disappears! I kept asking, "Where did it go?" (talking to myself). I turned around, and there was my humble man, holding it out for me to see. He was so nonchalant about it too. If I'd caught it, I would have screamed, "I got it! I GOT IT! Me! Me! Me! Me! I'm so awesome!!!" We're different in that way :)

I would say that DART is definitely the way to go if you're going to the American Airlines center. We were dropped off right at the entrance. When we left the stadium, we didn't have to wait 30 minutes in a crowded parking lot. However, I will say that the train was PACKED with rambunctious, sweaty, loud, and slightly intoxicated young men. Thems the breaks ;-D Actually, only one was a constant loud talker. He was a Spurs fan, so to save his pride (?) he kept saying teasing remarks about the Mavs. When that got old, he started making comments about the Cowboys. It was all in fun though.

While we were on the train, packed with people sitting and standing all around us, I started wondering if the air was recirculated or if the vents brought air from the outside. Then I started thinking about the various airborne diseases I learned about in microbiology class. I started holding my breath and only taking slow breaths through a tiny opening in my lips when I had to breathe. I thought maybe if I kept my lips close together, anything I didn't want to breathe in would stick to my lips or face instead of going into my lungs (still not a pleasant thought). Actually, I should have breathed through my nose, now that I think about it, and take advantage of the mucus membranes. Doh! But of course, I also know that my mind has more to do with whether I am sick or healthy, and I choose great health.

(imagine there's a compelling segue here)

What do bird poop, Elvis, and Hayden & Laura's wedding have in common? Find out in our next blog!!!!! (oh, the suspense!!)

Love,

Melanie xoxo

P.S.

Hayden is Mark's brother. Laura is his new wife!