Yes, yet another title stolen from a song. However, it is fitting for how I am feeling tonight, at 8:30pm after returning from the UGA/GA Tech game in Athens.
First let me say that we had a GREAT time. Time spent with adults only is so sacred these days. It was nice to just be Jennifer and Eric and not Mama and Daddy. We had a great dinner at one of my favorite places (California Dreaming) after the game and we got to watch a SEC game for free! With that said, today was indeed a learning experience
Lessons learned from Athens:
I do not like drinks in plastic cups. Anything that costs 5.00 and is in a rolo cup just isn't my thing anymore. The drink really didn't taste that good and for 5.00 I can get a nice pumpkin latte at Starbucks. The positive part of that story is that when we stopped at a bar to have a drink on the way to the game I was carded by the nice 15 year old bartender. This made me a little happy inside. Look, when you are 31 years old, 20lbs overweight, and greying in the temples, you take it where you can get it ok?
If you are a cute 21 year old college student OR a 50 year old woman and intend on drinking until you puke....here is a helpful hint-- wear underwear and dress accordingly. Yes I know this should go without saying but the 21 year old girl who wore a skirt without underwear and then rolled around the sidewalk missed that memo. The 50 year old had the underwear part down, but her skirt was a wee bit short and a wee bit tight so when she fell down she exposed everything anyway. I'm all for having a good time, but maybe planning ahead in the wardrobe department would enhance the time of us passersby....Just a thought.
I love football, but I do not love the old redneck that always sits behind me at every SEC game I attend. He always says the same thing--it usually sounds like #($))(#* $#$#O*$ Mark Richt (or insert other coach here) should be fired, that #$E(* #$()#$* SOB!!! I always sit in front of that guy....always. Why are you asking for his job this week when last week you were wanting to somehow father his children? It's always about having the coach's head on a platter with those guys, and they always sit next to me at any sporting event I attend.
If it is the 4th quarter and your team is losing, keep your seat until the end of the game. This was a rule of ours in college. You stayed at the game until the band played the Tennessee Waltz. Why call yourself a fan, pay 5 million dollars for a ticket, another small fortune in parking and food just to get up and leave when the going gets tough?
I'm not as fun as I once was.....I know this probably goes without saying to those of you who knew me BC (before children) and AC (after children) but it was glaringly obvious to me today. I had to be super cheery nice to the wife of Eric's guest but she was OUT. OF. CONTROL. It wasn't just the forty PBRs that she tried to get us to drink after she poked a hole in the side of the can or the makeout session with her husband during the middle of the game, but also the chain smoking of camel lights on the way to the game that made me realize that I'm pretty boring these days. I'm not complaining, but it was an eye opener. I. am. not. cool. and best of all, I am happily not cool.
One last thing, I'm from Tennessee....I didn't drink moonshine when I lived in Tennessee and I'm sure as heck not going to drink it now. I don't care if it does taste like cinnamon and has fresh "spices" in it. It's kind of a rule of mine....if it comes in a mason jar, I probably don't want any.....but thanks for asking!!!
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