I went to the TCU/LSU game yesterday because I’m a badass. This moment has been in the making for two years since it was announced, so obviously, we didn’t halfass it. Game started at 8pm and tailgating started at 11am. Who knows how to party? Sometimes this girl.
We finally drunkenly made it to Cowboy Stadium. Shit show. My boyfriend hates when I use that term but honestly nothing could describe it better. So as I waited in line for beer for maybe no less than 45 minutes I realized I had no idea where I was. Nor did I have my ticket. No worries, surely in a sea of 100,000 people I could find at least one I know. Anyway, I get to the front of the line, like I said, after 45 minutes, only to be told they are out of beer. I was too confused to be angry. “So wait. I have been standing in this beer line and now you tell me now that I finally get to the front of this line, you have no beer?” “Yes exactly. But you can go get in that line over there and they have beer.” Oh, THAT line of 200 people has beer. That’s fantastic. It’s not like I’m fucking doing anything like watching the most expensive football game of my life. So I decided, ‘fuck this and fuck you’ and wandered around til I found my seat. When I sit down I hear “where have you been the last hour and where is the beer?”
Some people I know came in from Louisiana for the game (big TCU fans) and informed me they don’t have Facebook. Mind. Blown. It’s made me reconsider my relationship with Facebook. That and I posted a pic of me and the boyfriend (I went to TCU and he LSU) saying he threatened to murder me if TCU won. 30 people liked it. I just said someone was going to murder me. My friend commented I am probably much ‘scrappier’ than I look. If you have ever met me, ‘scrappy’ is not a word one would use to describe me. I think the people from Louisiana are doing it right.
But back to the game. We were coming home and all I wanted was a grilled cheese from Jack in the Box. Actually, let me correct myself. I didn’t want a grilled cheese and curly fries from jack in the box, I wanted pizza. But when we moved, we moved to an area that only has two Jack in the Boxes (weird) and a Churches (who cares). Now I have no where to eat drunkenly at 2am unless I go to Jack in the box. It’s funny, there is a Jack in the Box to the left and there is a Jack in the Box to the right but last night I couldn’t find either if my life depended on it. I could walk outside right now and hit Jack in the Box with a rock. Couldn’t find it last night. Well, as my friend says, “sorry for partying.” I don’t think he used it in reference to Jack in the Box but whatever. It’s like that time I woke up and didn’t remember eating at Jack in the Box til I got in my car and there were curly fries everywhere. Apparently I’m a messy eater. It was as if I just threw them all around my car.
This has nothing to do with anything but my boyfriend recently introduced me the the tv series Lost. It’s amazing how everything can be referenced back to Lost. My boyfriend was asking me the other day (me being a vegetarian) what menu item I would like to have added to restaurants since I hate the ambiguous ‘vegetable plate’ so much. I said peanut butter sandwiches. Good idea right? Maybe a peanut butter sandwich and some chips? Too delicious for menus apparently. Like on Lost when Charlie finally is able to give Claire the peanut butter she desperately wants. She made the comment no one in Australia likes peanut butter. Now that’s a blanket statement. And is it accurate? I never really have had much of a desire to go to Australia (even though I have met three people from there and they were all wildly attractive) and now due to the fact Claire said no one likes peanut butter over there I’ll never go. I always knew they were convicts but they don’t like peanut butter? It’s all too much.
But anyway, unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your views, TCU lost last night. I, fortunately, didn’t have to forfeit my life or put my ‘scrappy’ skills to use.
It’s like that time on Lost…