About 2 or 3 months ago my husband decided that since the Boston Red Sox were playing the Oakland A’s (we live 5 hours from Oakland, CA) that he decided we were going to spend our Labor Day weekend going to the game.
Now don’t get me wrong, I was excited too but I knew it was going to be a rough weekend dragging three small kids around Oakland, CA, which my first and only impression of, was an absolute cesspool dump, and we also decided to cross over the Golden Gate Bridge into San Fransisco, where the entire population of the town we live in, was located on just one pier. As our friend Seth said “there are too many people everywhere.”.
I can see why there are people who have their kids attached to leashes in large crowds. I was constantly counting and watching my children that I didn’t really get to enjoy the few hours we spent there.
I did however enjoy this fabulous sourdough bread bowl…filled with the best Clam Chowder I have ever had at a restaurant called Boudin Sourdough Bakery And Restaurant. I also had the combination tacos which were full of flavor and did not disappoint on the freshness of the seafood inside of them. The place was a bit pricey, especially since we were a large party but there was a great view and the service was fantastic.
We also visited a half dozen sports memorabilia stores while we were there, in search of anything David Ortiz that we could possibly get signed, since he is planning to retire after this season. You would think that one who had planned months ahead to go to this game, would have said memorabilia with them already. *taps head*
We get to game day and my husband wants to get there early to watch batting practice and hopefully get a signature. The desk clerk assures us it’s just a short 15 minute walk to the stadium. More like 30, through the trashiest part of town, and a ton of traffic. Again I wish I would have had leashes as my kids are too big for strollers. And my anxiety level of them falling off the curb, into oncoming traffic, was off the charts.
We finally made it there, waited in line to get in for about 30 more minutes and finally got to our seats. Ten minutes later my poor 4 year old was fast asleep. She had the starting of a cold that morning and also had gotten her ears pierced…one of which fell out that night and the hole closed and she was so traumatized by the first time that I think it will be a while before she decides to get that side done again. So for now, she only has one side pierced.
As the night went on my son also started getting sick. He would get cold and then hot and his nose, no matter how much he blew it, would not stop running. It was the top of the 7th and it was pretty clear that the Red Sox were going to win but I also knew that my hubby would want to stay to the end so I decided that I would take the kids and call uber (it’s like a cab company but with independent drivers who have been screened) and head back to the hotel.
WHAT A BIG MISTAKE.
Not that our hotel was bad or anything, but just the night before we had an Über driver tell us that the Wal-Mart in the neighborhood had closed down because they were losing $10,000 a day in theft. He also laughed at my husband (who grew up in East Las Vegas) when he replied “this doesn’t seem like a bad area.”.
Apparently Uber is not allowed to come inside the stadium property so here I am, in the dark, with 3 small children, in an area that is just plain scary and my Uber driver can’t find where I am located. So I then decided we will just walk back to the hotel using the walk app on my iPhone.
ANOTHER HUGE MISTAKE.
It’s dark and I am totally turned around and the walking app kept trying to take us on the freeway. I ended up in a neighborhood that no woman and her 3 small children should have been walking in after dark. I was trying to stay calm but my kids were clearly scared, tired, and just wanted to go back to the hotel.
Little did they know SO DID MOMMY!
Finally I cancelled out the first Uber and ordered another who actually had to call me to find out exactly where I was and when I got in the van he asked how I ended up in this neighborhood and what a bad neighborhood it was. I was just happy to be inside a vehicle and headed back to the hotel.
Someday it will be a story to tell my kids.
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