My weekend with Posh & Becks....

Last weekend, I went to Columbus with my friends Abel & Janell to see the Los Angeles Galaxy (featuring Mr. Posh Spice) play the first-place Columbus Crew. No, we didn't get to see Posh Spice - she was probably locked in at Polaris doing her own private shopping spree. (What, they couldn't have arranged to take her to what Chris Rock euphemistically refers to as "The OLD Mall" - where you can still get a Hickory Farms Beef Stick and an Orange Julius?)

We went down early, because we foolishly believed we needed to buy gloves (it didn't get that cold), and because we wisely decided to shore up our tailgating provisions (read:ice, tequila, & munchies). We checked into the lovely Embassy Suites at the corner of I-71 and I-270. Dinner was at the Japanese Steak House in the Arena District. Abel & I serenaded a birthday celebrant(victim) because the restaurant's usual entertainment didn't show.

We arrived sufficiently early at Crew Stadium to set up the Margarator. These activities attracted the attention of two young ladies (Jen & Laura, attending their very first Crew game) tailgating nearby. They were affiliated with a school group of some sort, that just happened to have some extra (much better) seats available. Abel, Janell & I agreed to avail ourselves of the seat upgrade. These seats were such that if we were so inclined, we could have touched the hem of Beckham's garments.

Alejandro Moreno's first-half goal stood up to give Columbus a 1-0 victory. This seemed a fair result given the ebb and flow of the game. David Beckham didn't do anything exceptional, but that didn't stop the flashbulbs from popping every time he touched the ball.

Our new tailgating buddies invited us to join them at one of the, ahem, "artsy" bars in the Short North (we did not realize the "artsiness" of the bar in question until I witnessed a guy giving another guy a reacharound) to watch the remainder of the OSU-Wisconsin game. Unfortunately, it was not the same bar where David Beckham would make an appearance later in the night.

We bid farewell to our friends (alas, no digits were exchanged), and adjourned to a less "artsy" establishment for a last drink before returning to the hotel at an ungodly hour.