Ruck'em, Maul'em, Hook'em

Could I ask for a better weekend? The only flaw this weekend is that I didn't get to experiment and try baking the Magnolia cupcakes. I'll try tonight.

Friday was a bit of nervousness. I went to the rugby game in all hopes of arriving after Michael. I was 'fashionably' late--well, turned out he was playing the same game and 'fashionably' later.

When I got there, I recognized someone from the UT days, right away. We all called him Elvis back in the day because he looked like and seemed to be Elvis' biggest fan.

I went over to where he was sitting. There were also three girls with him.
"What's up? You're Golightly, right?" He said. I said, yes. "You're waiting for Michael. He's running late from the hotel and should be here"
WHOA.
I hate, hate, hate when people know your story especially this one. I can admit sometimes, it can be flattering, but in this case it made me nervous. I felt like I had the stalker sign on my back.

Elvis offers me a beer and we reminisce about the good old days and fill in the girls with some good stories.
The night could've ended there and all would have been great, but then Michael (finally) showed and all was fantastic.

He is hotter now than he was then. I couldn't believe that I used to date him.
When he showed he gave me a hug and asked if I was alone. Yes. He was in shock that I made it out by myself (?!?!)...I don't get that, oh well. Was I supposed to bring my posse?

During the match, he sat a good ways away from me--making me feel 'unwanted'--he only spoke to me when it was a group conversation. At this point, Elvis was more into me than him and I was planning my leave of actions, then Michael approached me and pulled me aside: Uh-oh.
But he asked me to dinner. We went to Jake's Pub (best burgers in this city that I know of) and as we sat and had the driest conversation you could ever witness, he phone kept ringing like it was the bat phone. He never answered, but gosh what I'd give to have my phone ring 1/3 of what his did in a two hour window. Then the conversation went to the game. No more dryness, here.
The game jump started this 'date' and thank goodness. He asked me if I had tickets (no) and asked if I'd like to go with him and the rugby gang to the game (love to), but I had other tailgating party plans (f*ck!).

Then his phone rang again and he answered. There was a huge party happening and he asked if I wanted to swing by with him. OK--I had no other plans that night. So we went and again we ran into another crowd that knew our story...
OK what is the deal with that?

Anyway determined to find a spot for my purse, so I wouldn't have to carry it, Michael and I went on a search for a room. Instead we found a hallway to make out in. Uh-huh. I kissed him back, like I'd never get the chance again. It was like Dead Woman Kissing.

After about 20 minutes of that, we re-joined the party.
I found a bunch of girls who turned into my admiring fans. They were in such awe of the situation as well. What can I say? Guess I have to be someone's hero at some point in my life. They all wanted to know exactly how I tracked him down, if I was scared, how did we date, how did I get there that night, blah, blah, blah.

Michael and I left around one in the morning. He took me back to my car, where yes, I made out again with him until 4:30 AM, in his rental car.
Yeah, I'm real classy that way.

Since it was game day and I had a tailgate party to tend. My happy butt was awake in the next 2 hours and at Wal-Mart buying groceries and beer.
Kelli met me and we joined Backtyper, Backtyper's Girlfriend, and Incredible for a tailgate. Oh, yeah I can take Backtyper socially; it's at work that he kills me, but since he quit, its all good now. Plus, his girlfriend is super fun and he and Incredible made friends a long time ago and stuck. What can I do?

We tailgated and partied our butts off, all the while it was my turn for my phone to be ringing bat phone crazy. Gotham needed me.
All calls were from Michael.
They had 5 tickets to the game. Holy Cow! If I was not with the others, you know I would have called him back and jumped on that. But...I was with people, so, you know.

Darn it! Never fear, we found our own scalped tickets for $75 a piece and enjoyed the second half of the game from the OU student's section. Ha ha ha ha ha. In case you didn't know, UT kicked some butt.

After the game, I had to head to AP's to feed her cat. She is away in NYC for the weekend. Which reminds me, AP, there is a cupcake bar right around the corner from your house and you never shared?!? Uhm hmm. We need to talk about that!

After the crew dropped me off at my place. I planned on crashing on my couch while watching Alice in Wonderland*. The copy I had was too old and wouldn't show on my VCR, dang it! That's when the bat phone went off again...it was Michael.
He asked me out to dinner. I agreed. He noted that I needed to choose someplace that he could go, in his game day clothes. Then went on to tell me how he was supposed to leave after the game but stayed. Wonder why?

We went to Sushi Zushi. Not a game day clothing atmosphere but I really wanted a delicato roll badly. I'm selfish that way.
After dinner, he asked me if I wanted to come over and stay with him at the hotel. You know what that means. I said sure, then he asked if we should stop by my place so I can pack a bag.
Whoa, he sure is smooth.
I figured it was a safe bet since we had been there, done that, 8 years ago.

(I have to be some-what mysterious)

The next morning, we said our good-byes and I went to water AP's plants, hoping the cupcake bar would be open---not so much. UGH!

Michael promised to call me when his plane landed and he did. Too bad I was out at the lake enjoying the perfect weather (and not sleeping) and grilling. I called him back later and we spoke for 3 hours last night. I love when you can get on the phone and talk that long without realizing the time.

All in all, perfect weather, perfect game, perfect date...I'd say it was the best weekend.


*It was for a party idea I have. I don't want anyone calling me out for hypocrisy.