Johnny Cupcakes

My Mom got my Dad some excellent tickets to the Celtics game for Christmas. My Dad and I ventured off to The Boston Garden the last night, to see the Celtics vs Toronto. The last time my Dad and I went to The Garden, was when I was 7 or 8 years old. He brought me to a WWF match. Papa Shango vs The Undertaker. I was so excited/scared when Papa Shango came out with his voodoo smoke.

Our seats were great! We were right behind Toronto. Even though we weren’t behind The Celtics, it was still amazing. Hahaha…every time Toronto would lose the ball or not score, their coach would say bad bad words and kick his chair really hard.

After the game ended, we had to scurry through the human-like stampede in order to make it to the massive parking lot down the street.

Do you remember that episode of Rescue 911 where the kid gets caught in the escalator? When I was a youngin, I honestly thought that there was someone video taping the poor kid die, and not helping (same with every other Rescue 911 episode). I was like, hmmm… it’s kind of strange that there’s always a helpless, random person conveniently carrying a video camera when a child decides to climb out a 10 story building window, or when a snake bites someones bum bum when they’re going cah cah, etc. etc..

After walking around the humongous, most confusing parking garage for 33 minutes, I began to feel like I was in The Labyrinth with David Bowie. There were so many stairs, levels, and cars…

I have an idea! Let’s play press the car alarm button a billion times with my cold, numb fingers, in hopes of finding my vehicle!