I haven’t even told y’all about the biggest excitement in my week. Tomorrow I get to go see the Aggies play. They’re playing Army right here in town and Gulley’s stepdad, Big Roy, got tickets for all of us. Even better, they’re on the 50 yard line.
P can’t go because he’s having Lasik eye surgery today and will be wearing goggles for the next 24 hours, but being the concerned wife that I am I made sure that his surgery wouldn’t interfere with me getting to see the Aggies. His doctor assured us he’ll be fine, so I’m going to the game with Gulley and family.
It is going to be big fun. One of our other best friends from college, Meredith, is driving in from Shreveport with her husband and they’ll be tailgating with his family so we’re going to go up early and hang out with them for awhile. This alone will provide more entertainment than should be allowed. We spent many years in college tailgating with Gene’s family and sufficed to say when Gene’s dad, Leo, gets the pit going there is barbecue and fun aplenty.
I brought Caroline over to Gulley’s house the other day so that she and Jackson could play for awhile. While the kids were busy playing, Gulley’s husband (we’ll call him J) came home from work and we started talking about all the things we were looking forward to about the game. Watching the Aggie band and the Corps march in, seeing old friends that we haven’t seen in a long time, and most importantly watching the Ags beat the hell outta Army. We were having a great time laughing about different college football memories.
As if on cue, Gulley’s youngest who we call “brother” came toddling into the room and started dancing to some music. He was bobbing and twirling and all of a sudden just fell over. I said “Hey, I think I did that same move once at Hurricane Harry’s (which is a bar we used to frequent at A&M).” And then Gulley brought up a college memory that has made me laugh out loud every time I have thought about it this week.
One night we were at Hurricane Harry’s hanging out and Gulley decided to have a seat so she put her bottom on the edge of a barstool so that she could hoist herself up. She gave a powerful hoist only to come to the startling revelation that what she had actually done was hoist herself into a trash can. There was Gulley with arms and legs askew hanging out of what had to be a filthy trash can. Being the good friends that we are, I immediately offered her assistance.
I am sorry, that’s a complete lie. I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t stand up and had tears running down my face. It was a good 3-4 minutes before anyone in the crowd gained enough composure to help her out of the can.
As she was retelling this story, her husband J was just looking at her shaking his head and said, “That’s one of the things I love about you. Your grace and delicate nature.”
There is going to be alot of that grace and delicate nature on display tomorrow as we’re yelling our heads off on the 50 yard line. Good times to be had by all. Gig ‘em Ags!