Thursday, July 9, 2009

Big Mistake, Fella...Biiig Mistake

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I'm just going to put it out there: this post has nothing to do with knitting or baking--although I can think of a few things I'd like to do to the above pictured man, and several involve knitting needles and an oven. This post has everything to do with how much it sucks to be nineteen sometimes. Before tonight, the only reason I have ever wished I was 21 was that I wanted to be able to make whiskey cake without asking Mommy or Daddy to supply the alcohol. But tonight Laura and I went to the Quad Cities River Bandits game, as we've done every Thursday for the last couple weeks. The night started off well, as it was Obama bobblehead night (score!). But it quickly turned (whiskey?) sour when we headed over to the Tiki bar behind the outfield. This is where we always sit, and there has never been an issue before. But no sooner had we sat down when Matt, the River Bandits employee from the picture, informed us that I was not allowed to sit in the tiki area because I was not twenty-one. Now, if the Tiki bar were the only place alcohol were allowed, I would understand the over-21 policy. However, there is beer everywhere at this park! The excuse Matt gave was that "they treat the Tiki area like a bar." This is where I will point out that there actually is a bar inside the lovely Modern Woodmen Park, and I was more than welcome there, as was the adorable four-year-old boy munching french fries with his father. Matt also told us that this policy has been in place all year. I would believe him, but for the simple fact that I have been sitting in the same chair for the last few weeks with nary a glance from any of the workers. I would also like to point out that I had no desire to drink; I simply wanted to be able to sit with the people I came with. Laura and I were upset, and I felt about three years old, but we didn't really argue with the guy. Our friend Kim, however, was, frankly, incensed. She was awesome sticking up for us and asking any employee who could listen what the deal was. She didn't get many answers, because none of the other employees had heard of this policy. We sincerely thank her for the effort, though!

Ok, so now that I've vented a little about this whole fiasco, I'm going to add a little disclaimer here: I fully understand that Matt was probably just doing his job (or maybe he just didn't like the looks of me? No, that can't be it...). That does not, however, change the fact that he made my night considerably less fun than it would have been...I can't imagine what I would have done if I hadn't had my Obama bobblehead to assuage the pain of rejection. Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is: Matt, I kind of think you suck, but I don't hold it against you. That much.

P.S. Also, thank you Kim for supplying the picture...and thank you Matt for happening to look just as Kim snapped the shutter (at least you did something right tonight).


  1. After reading this entry, and seeing the euphoria writing this induced in Em, I'm wondering... Is this how Perez Hilton feels every day?

  2. So...more information.
    I asked the GM of the River Bandits (I hunted him down on Saturday at the game) of mentioned "21 and over Tiki area". He said there have been several complaints of snot nosed children running through the Tiki Hut with their parent or without, and decided to make that area a 21+ place since it would be difficult to allow some and not all "under-agers". My first comment was "bullshit", followed by "why now?" that the GM got all huffy and pretty much stormed off, not being a sport at all. Me thinks it might be lack of action on his part...but that could just be me trying to be mean. =)
    Let's give it one more college try, Emily...since the next TT game isn't until the week after next. *fingers crossed*

    I'm typing this after sharing several bottles of wine with my my apologies if I make zero sense. Lololol...