Y'all know I went back up to Manhappiness (aka Manhattan), my old college town, to visit friends and go to a KSU football game last weekend. HAD. MUCH. FUN!!!
Manhattan is just different than any other town. It's weird. It's like you've entered into a-whole-nother country. But don't need a passport. Only proof of legal drinking age. Which I totally have.
Friday night started off kinda poopy as we were hoping to go to our favorite restaurant...and where I practically lived during college...for 6 years, but that's a different story...Hibachi Hut:
Saturday Ryan and I woke up pretty early so we went to breakfast at a nearby place. I tried really hard to do good on the food and ordered an omelet with veggies and chicken and wheat toast. But I'm pretty sure those eggs were fried in a bucket of butter. Which was not great for the upcoming......
In my infinite wisdom I decided to go on a little 2.5 mile
Once I got back to the house, I got dolphin claps from my friends John and Lori. They're all like, "You did so great! Way to get up and be motivated." I was going to let them go on and on and on and on and continue to think that I'm a billy bad ass, but...I have a conscience....so I told them the truth about almost calling them to pick me up.....from just down the block...because I was face down on the sidewalk horking my lungs up. Pathetic.
Anyways, at least I tried...right? Right.
From that moment on, life did a 180. I showered and got all fancy (aka blow dried my hair and threw on mascara) and put my KSU duds on, packed the cooler, packed the truck, packed the husband, and went in search of the perfect tailgating spot. See, we
And stuff our faces. And drink truck beds full of beer. And talk shit on the opposing team.
Yes, yes. Important shit. That takes 5 hours. Normal.
|Give you two guesses as to what IS in that mug though. Bet you don't need two.|
Once we filled our bellies with the buffet of dips and mint brownies (btw, I refrained and only had a chicken leg and some veggies...that I brought....bow to me for I am the eating queen) we hiked around the extensive parking areas looking for other semi-drunk people. Didn't find a single one. Weird.
But we did find some other really good friends Will and Jordan (what up Jordan...totally made the blog, but sans pic because I'm a loser and didn't take any of us) and my extended family.
|Normally there's about 20 of us standing out here. But most of them bailed. |
It's ok, we're still cool without them. (haha Kelly)
|Walking up to the stadium.|
|View from our seats. Nice.|
|You know what you get for prime seats....cup holders....with alcoholic beverages in them.|
I'm in heaven.
|Really John? Really? You're killin' me Smalls.|
I have also learned a semi-valuable lesson: Getting wasted all day at a tailgate when you're 30 years old is NOT the same as getting wasted all day when you're 21. Not the same at all.
I'm still trying to recover. Seriously contemplated stapling my eyelids open at work today, but thought people might look at me funny.
That's it for the exciting weekend! Hope y'all's was great too!