Jazz Game

We went to a Jazz game, only to root for the Knicks.  Well, I didn't really root for anyone but Robert wanted to go for the Knicks.  It was my first Jazz game, and it was different than going to BYU games.  Mainly because people were always coming up the stairs with a cup of beer sloshing around in their hands (and sometimes onto their hands... and one time a little splashed on me.  So gross).  But hey, we got free sunglasses.

I know... I look terrible in sunglasses.  So not flattering.

Waiting for the game to start.

It was a close game throughout, but the Knicks ended up winning the ball game.

On a random note... Look at my hair.  I don't like it.  I don't know what to do with it!  Some days I want to get bangs back, but I don't like them in my face and constantly having to fix them (they always split down the middle and it was so annoying).  On the other hand, my hair just looks boring without bangs, and curling my hair hardly works well, or I just don't have the time to do it.  Oh the woes of lame hair.