Lazy Sunday morning. Rory on the couch. French Open Men’s Final on the tube.
I can’t help but flash forward to this year’s US Open on Labor Day weekend in New York City. I haven’t missed the annual tennis tourney since I moved to Manhattan four years ago.
It’s always an amazing experience, but this year’s is gonna be special. Because this year I’m attending the big event…as a member.
Not of the USTA. (I joined a while back so I could buy tickets early.) Nope, I finally caved and got an American Express card. Because membership has its privileges…especially at the US Open.
For the past four years, I have walked past all the booths and kiosks with their special “For AE Card members only” signs. Feeling left out. Feeling…less. Heck, one year I even used my friend Beth’s card information so I could get the special “For AE Card members only” radio headset to listen to the play-by-play during the matches.
Not this year.
I’m one of them now. One of the uppity-ups. Getting all the special drinks, special seats and special treatment.
But don’t worry. I’ll be back with the little people at tourney’s end.