This year we talked to Connor at length about what he wanted to do for his birthday. He tends to be a low maintenance kid and sometimes it's difficult to get him to tell you what he wants. We threw a bunch of ideas to him about different parties we could throw for him or things we could do on his birthday and he just wasn't interested. A few weeks before his birthday, I offhandedly said to him that he and I should go on a boy's trip some time. I said it was too bad the football season was over because I'd like to go to a football game. He brought up the fact that he's subscribed to an NBA pass, has been watching basketball recently and he'd like to go see a basketball game. He looked up the Orlando Magic schedule and found a game that was against a team he was interested in.
We started to plan for a trip to Orlando and at one point Andrea had even booked us a room and we were thinking about inviting some of his buddies to go with us. It all fell apart when I started looking at tickets and I realized the game he'd found was an away game and was nowhere near us. We started looking at all the other Magic games that were in Orlando and there just weren't any that Connor wanted to see. We started expanding our search and looked at some games nearby that were driving distance. None of the nearby teams were all that exciting either and we started thinking about going further and possibly flying. At that point, Andrea just asked him what his favorite team was right now and he said it was the Minnesota Timberwolves. We looked up their schedule and there was a home game on a Saturday that would work perfectly. Andrea reserved us a swanky room that was across the street from the Target Center where the Timberwolves play and we booked the airfare.
We flew out on Friday and it was actually a close call to make the flight. I swear when we booked the flight we calculated that we'd have plenty of time to grab Connor when he got off the bus and make it to the airport. On Friday I was finishing my packing and I looked at the flight details and realized that it was set to take off at 5:45. With Connor getting off the bus at 4:30, that would not be enough time to drive to the airport, park, get through security, and get to our gate. I immediately jumped in the car and Andrea called the school so we could pick Connor up early. I was freaking out when we hit some rush hour traffic on the way, but thankfully we made it with a little time to spare.
In the morning on Saturday, I told Connor that we would do whatever he wanted prior to the basketball game. He said he wanted to hit the gym and then go to lunch.