For those of y’all who have mentioned that you hoped I would post the picture of me in the fuschia dress and the white hose, let me go ahead and say it’ll never happen.
First of all, I do not own that picture. And secondly, if I did, I would have burned it by now. In fact, I almost grabbed it and burned it using the votive candle centerpieces at dinner Friday night.
And it’s not that I’m afraid to show y’all some embarrassing pictures. I just have my limits.
Most of my college pictures only serve to confirm that I was not afraid of mousse and Aussie Sprunch Spray, but was deathly afraid of tweezers.
And saying no to Whataburger taquitos.
Okay, so here’s where I’m going to wrap up the weekend. I can’t believe it’s taken me three posts.
I never said brevity was my gift.
After our run-in with the “police” on Friday night, we went home and slept the sleep of angels. You know, the kind of sleep you get when you know for sure no one is going to need you to help them go potty in the middle of the night.
We woke up Saturday morning and ate a nutritious breakfast consisting of several kolaches and more chocolate donuts than I care to admit. Then, we got dressed and headed to Olsen Field for an alumni baseball game.
Once we arrived, Gulley and I met up with Jen, who had just driven into town that morning, and Tiff. The four of us met through Diamond Darlings almost 17 years ago and immediately became BFF.
Here we were then.
And here we are now.
We’ve seen each other through bad break-ups, first dates, meeting THE ONE, weddings, miscarriages, babies, death of a parent, career changes, mission trips, and more crisis of the hair than y’all can imagine.
It’s rare that we’re all together at the same time, but it was so fun to have a little bit of time to catch up.
And I really can’t even discuss Tiff’s darling baby boy because he’s at that perfect age where he has 2 bottom teeth poking through, smiles constantly and holding him for 5 minutes made my ovaries hurt just a little.
And here’s something I learned Saturday, there is only so long you can watch old baseball players play baseball.
Non-exciting doesn’t really even begin to cover it.
So we left as soon as AJ showed up and headed to eat lunch at Wings N’ More, where, appropriately enough, they serve wings AND MORE.
Finally, it was time for the football game. AJ had hooked us up with not only premium 40 yard line tickets, but also a sweet parking pass. It was so good, in fact, that I feel it requires a moment of silence for it saved me countless minutes of frustration and who knows how much in parking fines.
The pre-game was awesome. The team running out on the field was incredible. Halftime was inspiring and brought me to tears.
The actual game? Bleh.
After the game, Jen and AJ wanted to go home. They were tired.
There were several problems with that.
1. AJ had talked trash all week about how if we weren’t too old or too tired, maybe we could all go hang out at Northgate after the game. She even threw in that one of her friend’s husbands was in a band that would be playing 80′s music so we might actually know the words to some songs.
2. Why are they tired? Neither one of them has children. They don’t know tired.
3. Gulley and I had exactly 14 child-free hours left and we were going to make the most of them.
Apparently, AJ and Jen had applied too much funscreen.
I finally told them if they didn’t go out I would openly mock them on the blog. Which I’m kind of doing anyway.
But all in the name of love.
They took one for team and managed to drag their weary bones to Northgate for some fun and festivity. And we did go see the 80′s band, which opened with “Rock You Like a Hurricane” by The Scorpions.
Maybe it’s just me, but I felt it was a bad choice.
The Scorpions? Really?
How about some Go-Go’s? The Outfield? The Beastie Boys?
Finally, the people who don’t really comprehend the true meaning of tired had enough and we knew it was time to go home.
We woke up the next morning, ate homemade breakfast tacos made by Big, packed up the kitchen sink that I had brought with me for the weekend, and headed back to S.A. where our people were overjoyed to see us.
Well, Gulley’s boys were overjoyed to see her.
Caroline asked if she could spend another night with Mimi and Bops.
She was clearly devastated by my absence.
