I get it. Tuesday night was the most exciting night Chicago has had since 1908. Cubs played in the NLDS. Cubs FUCKING WON the NLDS. You had the opportunity to see the game, not on TBS, but *live*. It was undoubtedly amazing.
Except for one thing. We bought awesome leggings on a marshmallow run during an epic post-Summit camping trip. $10. Ridiculously patterned. Crazy leggings. We made a pact to wear them on the same day, and on Monday you suggested we wear them this Wednesday. I agreed, and looked forward to Wednesday. Then you mentioned your verbal to a huge group message of other tribe members. My leggings and I could not have been more excited to celebrate the Cubs win with you.
Wednesday, 6:28 rolls around, and your leggings were nowhere to be found. Maybe your leggings were running late? Maybe they were still drinking at Wrigley? We arrived, but didn’t find you guys. Maybe they don’t understand that a #hungoverbal still counts as a #verbal? All I know is that my leggings were lonely, with only Fons’ piece sign leggings for company.
I missed you and your leggings, EmRo. Can’t wait to see you both soon.
XOXO,
EmT
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