so some things to talk about here.
first of all, what a long ass day yesterday. but still a good one. got up at 7 and went tailgating until the UW/UNLV game started at 11. i was with my friend cali and her parents. we went to their spot. btw, what a nice damn spot. right on regent street kitty corner from mcdonalds. we met all their friends there (and watching adults get shit-faced in front of their kids-while drinking WITH their kids is possibly the funniest thing on earth) and had some pre-game snacks. meanwhile, since i don't drink, i was the absolute only sober one there. there was me, cali, two of her high school friends from stoughton, cali's parents, her aunt and uncle, and a bunch of her parents friends. plus, some funny moments. a teacher from stoughton got trased in front of his former students. but while this was entertaining, it CANNOT top what followed the game.
so we get to the game with a few minutes until kickoff. btw-perfect seats. and being i had my cool camera phone, i snapped a few photos. and if kati or darthmal is nice and tells me how to link them, i'll put em on here. these were perfect seats. 40 yard line, 20-freaking rows up. it was nice to be away from the student section and get a real good idea of how the student section actually LOOKS. so cali and her folks are quite tipsy and buzzing, but not yet hammered. plus, it was realy freaking hot. my face is not ilke a tomato-and it's rather painful. bright red.
weird game too. two safeties - when was the last time you saw that happen? plus, mike allen missed two fairly close and easy field goals. not to mention, uw had fourth-and one inches away from the goal line, went for it, and was stuffed by unlv. at the end of the second quarter it was 2-0 unlv. unlv attempted a short field goal to take a 3-2 lead at halftime, but it was blocked. jim leohnard picked it up and ran the distance, so all of a sudden uw was leading 9-0 at half. then ended up winning 18-3. odd score.
so after the game we went back for some more food. stan (cali's dad) got out his nifty wisconsin grill and started slamming more beers. cali takes a quick piss and goes right for the miller. brats get fired up, then chicken and burgers. holy crap there was a lot of food. and i mean enough to feed an army. so everyone's gettin sloshed-and keep in mind theseare mostly adults with about three or four exceptions. cali's cousin and fiance come and stop by. meanwhile, we keep eating. and everyone keeps drinking. cali just keeps knockin back miller after miller. her parents are trashed. and it's hilarity at its finest. i have many drunk photos on my camera. and yet im the only dry one there. so we're in the parking lot, and other tailgaters start to clear out, yet our fairly big group's still there. and between the end of the parking lot and regent street there's a strip of grass about 10 feet - and it's a little hill/angle from the parking lot to the street. kind of a grassy knoll. so all the parents end up sitting there in a circle, while me, cali, her cousin and fiance, kelly, and tess are sitting a few feet away on the back of trucks, vans, etc. the parents decide to light up some big ole cigars, and at this time they are fairly incoherent. linda, a family friend, comes and starts talking. out of nowhere she's like "so did you smoke in high school." im dumbfounded, whil cali's cousin is like "i smoked pot a few times, but never cigs." so linda starts talking about something, but i couldn't really understand through all the slurring. now keep in mind cali's family and friends have a cabin on a lake up north and go there to chill every now and then. so linda's like "yeah one time recently bob's friend gave us some weed." and then she just walked away. my jaw is practially on the floor. if you knew these people, you would believe it. we all look at each other, and start to bust up laughing. i can just see all the adults smoking a fucking bong around the campfire with mr. cuervo in their hand. next thing i know, bob (another family friend) comes down the knoll and has a little trouble walking - he basically biffs it. trust me, this was the funniest afternoon of my life. words cannot describe how funny trashed adults are - while feeding their under-age kids beer. so cali's completely trashed. and cali worked at ae with me during the summer (she transferred to the store in green bay because she goes to school there). so she gets the brilliant idea to go shopping. i try and talk her out of it, because i know what would happen if we walk in, but she gets seriously like pissed. she's the type that gets REALLY emotional when she's drunk, and trust me, she was way past being drunk. so it's not worth arguing, so i finally give in. we walk in, and tim's working (the flamboyently homosexual. talk about flaming). he looks at us, knows the situation, and is about to bust up laughing. cali can barely walk-she sure can't walk in a straight line. tim looks at me - "are you drunk???"
me: "no, but cali is out of her mind." it takes a few moments to register, then cali gets pissed at me. so hailey, this girl who i think has a thing for me, comes over and is like 'why didn't you call me back last night - i thought we were gonna tailgate.' and btw, hailey gave me a drunk dial at about 2:30 friday night. so she's all hugging and flirting with me. meanwhile, cali for some reason is getting really pissed off.
oh yeah, i haven't mentioned that j.b. was working (yes, the bisexual chick.) now, that is why i didn't want to come in there. i was afraid she was working. so im talking to tim, cali's trying on clothes, hailey's trying to talk to me, and i can tell j.b. is really pissed off right now. im in the front, j.b. is at the register, and cali comes up to me and whispers "i don't wanna walk by the register i feel weird." i stare at her with my "wtf" look. so i run away like a coward to the back and sit on the couch while cali shops around. meanwhile, apparently j.b. isn't too happy, because she leaves the register and goes and folds denim, now, this doesn't sound like too big of a deal, but trust me, j.b. NEVER folds denim. she told me when we were dating: "i never fold denim. i hate it. i only do it when im pissed and don't want to talk to anyone." so she buys her shirts, j.b. is in her corner apparently having a quiet fuming tantrum. so cali is complete intoxicated and connot drive home. so she crashes at my apartment.
and then it gets really weird. she is about to throw up and looks at me.
"do you have any condoms?"
"i wanna fuck you."
and she knows im a virgin. im just like cali, you're drunk, go to bed.
so this morning when we wake up things get weirder. i look at my phone and see i have a text message. and imagine my surprise when i look at the number and see that it was from j.b. so i did a double-take and cali grabs the phone and sees it. she like totally flips out. i mean is pissed. so i take her home, because she has to drive back to green bay today.
oh yeah. the text message? it said: "we should talk. call me tomorrow?" now keep in mind i haven't had a meaningful conversation with her (besides the obligitory work "hello how have you been doing?") in almost two months now. so needles to say, i have my 'what the fuck' look on right now. and no, i haven't called her. i haven't decided if im going to. because i know she'll end up calling me. so i guess something really pissed her off. ugh.
drama, drama, drama. i'll keep ya'll informed.
plus, i have to do my weekly college football update! i might even throw in a *bonus* NFL week one report if you're lucky!