Dear Diary,
I am so over my old man crush (someone at least 18 years older). I'm feeling nothing anymore beyond friendship. And you know, it's because I know more about him. The mystery's gone! That was the fun of it -- liking the little I knew and knowing that nothing would happen.
One loss there, but a gain in the sports department -- I've always liked the Vikings and now I like them even more. I went to my first game last week. There's something about being at the game that's so invigorating -- an excitement that doesn't translate over the TV. Most of all, I found, I'm a fan of the fans. Yeah, there's was a game going on with 100+ guys on each team running around in spandex with the extra broad shoulders. But for me, the real action's in the stands. The fans were nice and really into it (and it was a preseason game!).
I felt like I was in Boston at Fenway stadium. I'd try to get tickets whenever I could; there's nothing like being in the stands yelling "Yankee's suck!" as loud as you can no matter which team the Sox were playing.
I felt right at home at the Target Center. I can't wait to see another game. It was nice to let loose, drink a little and root on the Vikings. Also, if I was a single lady, it's a great place to meet some cute guys!
Love,
Princess

