Nanette didn’t like hockey. She did like her friend, Carla. So she found herself going to watch Carla’s team play on their home ice. It didn’t hurt that the tickets were for the box seats which included a private bar, a private bathroom, a catered buffet, a huge flat screen tv on which to watch the game in addition to the private seats high in the stands from which the entire game could be experienced.
If it wasn’t for the private seats, Nanette probably would have not gone. But Carla was a friend, fun to hang around, the food and drink were free and their husbands were unavailable due to previous commitments. Because they knew they’d both be drinking, Carla said she’d pay for a cab to and from the game.
Nanette managed to enjoy herself. The joint she’d smoked before Carla picked her up didn’t hurt, neither did the several bottles of wine they’d downed during the game. By the final buzzer, they were both standing on the balcony with the actual seats, yelling insults at the opposing players and flirting outrageously with the occupants on either side.