Sleep is for the weak (week). You can take it that I slept nothing this weekend. It was go, go, go. Each time I sat down, it was time to go. Each time I laid my head to rest, the phone rang. You get the picture. This weekend was not a time to even think of the words, tired or sleepy because that is just weak. It was a you are either in or out weekend. Decide, NOW!
Our tailgate was a lot more fun than I anticipated. All four of us were decked out in our UT gear, while our host Incredible was pimping OU and decked out his car with all OU fanatic stuff. We're talking window flags, chairs, beads, and the biggest flag in the parking lot. Oh and the red grill. He hunted up and down for a red grill and would be damned if he didn't find one.
People passed us by and gave quizzical looks. Yeah, don't let the flair fool you--most people at this party are hooking 'em.
Turns out our house divided tailgate made for the best way to meet new people. People stopped and chatted it up with us. Some brought over their own weak tailgate to join ours. It was good times.
Then it was game time and boy, was it hot. I never complain about heat, but when you combine heat and alcohol...oh gosh, someone has to complain.
After the game, we grabbed some State Fair food and headed back to the parking lot. I'm shocked no one stole any OU paraphanalia from Incredible's car. I know I would have...shoot I was eyeing the best UT flag ever a few cars down. But it being a Land Rover I was sure there was an alarm, so never to the mind.
Then the two funniest fans came along. They were two older men rooting for UT. I had a feeling that their tailgate started last weekend. They were drunk.
One came over to me and told me that I was too pretty to be over at an OU car.
No joke! I was thinking the same thing, so I went over to their car for a minute. They had orange wine coolers.
Orange for UT.
They coordinated their tailgate. You knew I was down with that.
The older gents and I had a blast making fun of all the Boomers and Sooners walking with their heads down. Then we had a real blast hooking horns at the OU football team as they left in their buses and police escort. Those two men were exactly what I picture Frat boys to turn into when they reach 70 years old.
When it came time for them to leave, they backed their Honda out and hit a mini-van.
The driver got out the car and looked at the damage. The mini van was safe, not a scratch. But his Honda's bumper was not looking too spiffy.
Our tailgate party agreed that there was not a need for a note. He looked at the van's plates and then to us, and said, "They're from Pennsylvania"
You had to be there, it was hysterical. I'm still laughing.
Then he did something, that made me want to pee my pants:
He left a note, that read: "Welcome to Texas. I hit your car,. Sorry. Hook'em."
I love tailgating.