While TJ and Michele were visiting, we went to Boston for one night to see Boston College play Northwestern in the first football game of the season. The game started at noon on Saturday and we left NJ at about 6:30 that morning, figuring we would have plenty of time to get there and park. The traffic was fantastic, we made it there in about 4 hours. Mark put in the GPS the address of the stadium, figuring once we got there there would be signs for parking. This is called foreshadowing.
We got to the stadium and there were lots of police directing traffic and lots of signs for permit parking lots. We asked several policemen where the lot was for non-permit parking and everyone said "go straight." We drove "straight" for a few miles, but it appeared that we were no longer on the college campus, far from the stadium, and in a residential area. We figured we must have past the lot or a sign for parking. We turned around, asked other policemen, and everyone just kept saying "go straight".
Long story short, an hour and a half later, making countless turns, and having to call TJ's sister in WI to find out information on parking, we finally found the parking lot. It was about 20 minutes (driving!) from the football stadium and there were virtually NO signs telling you where the lot was. It was in an entirely different town! Thankfully, they had shuttle buses to take us to the stadium. When the game was over, the bus driver didn't even know how to get back to the parking lots (I don't blame him)! He contacted dispatch several times to find the lot, and then he stopped at Lot A, B, and C. We were parked in Lot D, and when there were very few people left on the bus, we asked him if he was going to Lot D, and he said, "Where is that? I've never heard of Lot D." Seriously! We all agreed this was the most poorly coordinated event that we have ever been to in our lives. I've run garage sales that were better run than this shindig.
We still managed to have a good time at the game and helped Northwestern celebrate their first game and first win of the season.
|Willie the Wildcat|
|Celebrating the First Win|
|Pat Fitzgerald, NU coach, showing some Longhorn love--random|