Don't tell the boys, but I think my car is invisible

Ever since seeing Harry Potter 2, when the Weasley's car flies the boys beg me to make our car fly. Our car can't fly, it isn't magical I tell them, but alas, it is magical - it becomes invisible when surrounded by too much testosterone. How did I learn this you may ask? I digress...
Sat. night our phone rang and it was our friend Ronda. Ronda's husband works for the Seahawks, and I was hopeful her call meant they had extra tickets for the game on Monday night, but no, she was reading scripture at church on Sunday and was having a hard time with some pronunciations and wanted to ask Adam for his help. I jokingly told her on Sunday, I had hoped she was calling with some tickets.
To my surprise she did call with tickets on Monday morning! By this time I had already made plans with some of the junior high girls to watch Sound of Music - something we've been trying to do for a few months, but have never had time. Jen and the boys were over; Ryan was learning some lightsaber battle moves from the master (that'd be Thornley), and Jen and I were lamenting about how sometimes things come up that you really want to do, but there are just too many obstacles to overcome (prior plans, no money for a babysitter, not being able to find a babysitter, etc). I reluctantly turned the tickets down, and told her how to get in touch with Pastor Brad. In the meantime I called Adam who said, "Why don't you go, you'd have a great time", and I explained to him all the obstacles in the way. As it turns out no one could use the tickets, so Adam said he'd come home early if I could find some friends to go with. Jen had gone home by this time, so I called her and asked if Mike could come home early so we could go. Mike said yes, and Jen's sister and husband were going to meet us there.
Jen and I meet at church and zip down 90 with tons of time to spare, until we reach the off-ramp. This is when magic happened and my car turned invisible. I was cut off soooooooo many times!! Or, someone would share my lane with me in their apparent attempt to "merge". I guess when you're a car full of girls NOT wearing Seahawks jerseys, you are invisible to men in jerseys on their way to the game!
An hour later we were finally off the freeway and so delusional that we agreed to pay $40 to park - too bad my car wasn't invisible to the parking lot attendant! We parked in the Safeco lot and started our trek to Will Call to get our Club passes. "Where is Will Call?" we ask someone in an event staff yellow jacket. "Right up there" is their response. No signs as to how to get to Will Call, so Jen and I wait in the security line and when we've gotten thru we ask how to cut over to Will Call. The man is totally annoyed and tells us we went the wrong way - first and certainly not the last sign issue we had. Oops! wrong Will Call, we were at player will call, not general will call. We keep walking to general will call and wait in another line - where again we're invisible to men, and, even though there were clear signs, no one abides by them. A group of guys goes to an unmarked window and immediately gets help. Female - jersey = nothing. Men + jersey = help. We finally get our passes and wait in another line (again, being cut off by men in jerseys), and are FINALLY in!!
We start looking for signs to the Club level - no signs. We ask a few times, and finally end up where we want to be. The only problem was, our tickets weren't at the Club level - Scott just gave us passes incase we were cold and wet and wanted to warm up. How does one leave the Club level and get to their seats? Good question - I'm still not sure, again no signs. Some how or another we found our way to our seats, and to a concession stand where we paid $16.50 for a foot long hot dog and beer. I should have paid $2.00 because after 1/4 of the foot, I'd had enough!
It was a fun game to watch - love that the Seahawks won 24-0. Not so fun to watch, the couple in front of us who kissed so much, that at one point in time the girlfriend had to apply Chapstick on her boyfriend's lips.
With 8 minutes to go and the Seahawks clearly securing a victory Jen and I decided to get a jump on the crowd and head out. We wandered in circles for a bit looking for a sign saying something silly like - EXIT, or stairs to street, but found none. We did find a sign that mentioned the street so exited thru that door. When we finally got to the street, we were told we couldn't be there. Ummm...ok, but how does one get to their car. Go back thru this door, turn left, turn right, turn left again. We followed the directions, because we were given no choice, since we couldn't be on the street. We were lead right into the employee locker room! Wandering aimlessly, looking lost and declaring loudly that we didn't know where we were, or where we should be going, no one helped. So we decided to take a right and then a left. The right led us into the bowels of Qwest. We were feet away from the players entrance to the field, and yet again, no sign for a way out.
So we continue wandering around, looking lost, and declaring we had no idea where we were going. Finally we found an exit to the street, but were again told we couldn't be there. "We just want to get to our car" we pleaded with the worker. "Not this way, go to the left and you'll find an exit", "We were just there, an it's a loading dock", we told her. "Yes, that's right", she replied. So what did Jen and I find? Where the player's locker room is, where they park their cars, where the employees' locker room is, and where the broadcast trailers are parked (had I remembered my camera, I would have taken a picture in front of the ESPN trailer) because that, my friends, is what we encountered on our way out of Qwest. What we didn't find? A sign saying EXIT with an arrow pointing in any direction.
Finally, back in our car (after that huge ordeal, I do think we got our $40 worth), and on our way out of the lot - again, magic happens and we are invisible. Man in car wearing jersey = right-of-way, even when I'm driving thru the parking lot and he's still in his parking "stall". Yep, just pulls right out and is heading for my car. Happened 3 times on our way out of the garage!
Jen and I did have a great time, and laughed all the way home. To hear her take on it, you can read her blog - www.theknittingqueen.blogspot.com
Just please, don't tell my boys that when surrounded my cars loaded with testosterone and football jerseys our car becomes invisible - kind of like the EXIT signs at Qwest!