First off, I must comment on how epic is was for me to go to a K-State game without my husband. I did not got to K-State (I went to Baker University). I grew up a die-hard KU fan, in a die-hard KU family. I rooted against K-State my whole life, until I met my husband. Since that time I have gone to many, many K-State games, but this was the first one without him. As I heard many times this weekend, "I am officially converted."
Laura and I met in Wichita and drove up to Manhattan on Friday night. Once we arrived, we met Laura's friends (and my friends too) John and Lori at Hibachi Hut. There we had some great food and few beers, of course. After dinner we went back to John and Lori's and proceeded to sit on their deck and drink until 1 am.
John and Lori got a new puppy a week ago. This has to be the cutest puppy ever. The problem is John and Lori thought they had a girl puppy, that they named Stella. Turns out they have a boy puppy, that has been re-named Porter. (Sorry, no cute puppy picture. I am sure Laura will have several. Laura 1- Jordan 0)
Saturday morning we were up and ready to start tailgating at 9 am.
Here is our tailgating spot. No, the recent earthquakes have not thrown the stadium off center. My camera skills are just that awesome. And I had a killer hangover from the night before. What has happened to me!?! I used to drink and get up the next day with no problem, now I feel like I am going to hurl. But I could not show weakness to my fellow tailgaters, it is survival of the fittest.
So, I decided a frosty beverage would make everything all better again. Like the snowman straw? I did not drink my beer through a straw, I thought that would be a recipe for disaster. Also notice the camo cup. Laura and I were sans husbands this weekend because they were both hunting. In all our drinking wisdom throughout the day, we planned an excellent ladies weekend for next year's opening weekend of pheasant season (can't wait).
You can't tailgate with out food. Chocolate chip cookies are a healthy breakfast, right? Then we moved on to lunch.
Isn't Laura cute with her hamburger?
I had a bratwurst, nom, nom, nom.
John needed a time-out so we put him in an adult sized Pack-N-Play, poor John.
After many beers, lots of food, a little tailgate hopping, and much needed bathroom break. It was time for the game.
The Band is ready. . .
BRING ON THE CATS!
I am not going to try and be SportsCenter and give you a play by play of the game, but here it is in a nut shell. K-State would get behind, and then battle back to tie it up, and then there was overtime (I will tell you about that), but first, Halftime.
We must go outside the stadium and replenish our beers. It's been a long time since we last had one, and we are parched. Look at those happy beer (I mean non-alcoholic beverages in a plastic cup) drinking people.
Will someone please shoo that homeless man away from our tailgate, he is digging through the trash. Ewww! John was actually trying to do a good deed, he just looked a little suspicious doing it. Even his wife was ready to dis-own him. He was collecting pop tabs for a charity, I just think he likes touching other people's empty beer cans.
After quenching our thirst, we went back into the game. I hope you all got to see the end of the K-State v. Texas A&M game, because it was a doozie. It went to 4 overtimes! The crowd was one of the loudest I have heard at the stadium. Every time the Cats were on defense we screamed as loud as we could. Laura and I were both loosing our voices, but it was awesome!
And after 4 overtimes. . .K-State was victorious!
We were so happy, and exhausted, and filled with adrenaline, all at the same time.
If we were younger, and hadn't drank so much the night before, and hadn't drank all day, and didn't have to get up the next day, and didn't have a cute puppy to go home to (I know excuses, excuses), we would have gone to Aggieville to celebrate the win. But instead we went home.
That was a pepperoni pizza. It's a good thing the delivery guy got out of the way in time or he would have lost a limb. And then we were fat, and happy, and sleepy, and went to bed.
The next day Laura took some amazing Senior pictures of Lori's niece. I was the photographer's assistant. The coolest part was we went down on the football field to take pictures, and got some pictures ourselves. (Again, I have no pictures, and Laura does. Laura 2 - Jordan 0)
Now here is some randomness from the weekend that I just didn't quite know how to weave into my story. So get ready for some fast and furious craziness.
The death of a hotdog.
Someone thought the dog looked cold.
And then someone went too far.
Yep, those are mustard balls.
A few things overheard this weekend:
"I am not a ding ding professional."
"I think I just snotted all over myself."
"Just monkey-splatter the grout."
"Do you want me to bring a ding ding home."
"The left boob cost me $5."
Yep, that's just your normal everyday conversation topics, ding dings and money splatter and boobs.
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Laura you are going down!