Finally mustered up the courage to ask my mom what really went down with her and Dan Majerle. I should have never asked.
As this blog is about me and not her, I can give you the shorter version, the one I wish she gave me.
She went to a Phoenix Suns game and sat with the announcers, Majerle now announces games in his retired time. My mom's friend has met him several times before hence the badass seats.
He invited them to the after party at his club, which is not very far from the stadium but with post game traffic it can take up to an hour. My mom drove them to the club because Majerle had a car service take him to the game. End of story. That took my mom an hour to tell me. No joke. Thank goodness I lost that hour on Sunday.
Each time I speak to her, she now adds a comment like, "[DAUGHTER], when Dan was in my car..."
Which I would love to reply with: Yeah, but mom did he tell you to call him Danny? Because Matthew McCaughney told me to call him Matty cuz we're down like that and he was never in my car"
To which I am sure she would phone-slap me for my smart-ass mouth, so I keep it to myself.