So maybe some of you wondered if you didn’t hear from me yesterday because Aggie football has killed me dead. And the truth is, yes, I was a little despondent as I watched us blow a 21-6 lead to Ole Miss in the final quarter of the game on Saturday night. But the thing about being a long-time Aggie faithful is that this isn’t my first rodeo. Heck, it’s not even my 18th rodeo.
At first there is anger but then it gently subsides into the acceptance that comes every year in November when you realize, well, the good news is I don’t have to worry about saving money to go watch the Aggies play in the National Championship. And so you get online and buy a new sweater instead. Hypothetically speaking.
Honestly, I couldn’t even be mad at the Aggies because Gulley and I had such a great time going to College Station and being at the game.*
(*This statement is a lie. I was furious at the Aggies. Furious. Like I may have said I was done with Aggie football forever. I am now writing this post over 48 hours later and so cooler heads have prevailed. I can’t quit you, Aggie football. I hate that I love you so much.)
I spent most of the day on Friday packing and getting ready to get out of town. I went to spin class that morning and then decided to take Piper and Mabel to the park so they could run around a little bit. And it was there that Piper made the greatest discovery of her life.
Two dozen abandoned patriotic cupcakes. She felt it was fitting to eat as many of them as she could since it was Veteran’s Day. I just thought they’d found some old trash until I got a little bit closer and then I dragged her away because I am the worst. But as evidenced by the purple dog throw up I found on the back porch about an hour later, she managed to get down at least a couple of them.
I picked Gulley up about 2:30 and we headed out of town in plenty of time to make the 6:00 dinner reservation Honey and Big had made for all of us at Christopher’s. Or at least that’s what we thought. We ended up at a total standstill in traffic at two different points because of a couple of wrecks and a three hour trip ended up taking us every bit of four hours and we didn’t even stop for candy or to go to the bathroom.
But Honey and Big went to Christopher’s at 6:00 and we managed to meet them there by 6:30. It only took me half of a pomegranate martini to forget all about traffic and just be completely and utterly happy. At one point during our dinner, we saw Jesse Palmer (one of the game announcers from ESPN and, also, former star of The Bachelor) walk by our table as he made his way to his table in the next room. Gulley and I were a little excited about it and Big said, “Y’all want me to go ask Jesse if he’d like to meet my girls?”
And we died laughing because that’s proof that Big still sees us as nineteen year old college girls, God bless him. We said Jesse would walk in the room and wonder where the “girls” were because all he’d see is two forty-five year old women who collectively own hundreds of dollars in various skincare regimens in a vain attempt to hold back the sands of time.
After dinner we partied like rockstars. Assuming that rockstars like to go home after dinner, put on their pjs, get on their iPads, watch an episode of The Crown and be in bed by 10:30 on a Friday night.
On Saturday morning we slept in and then sat around the breakfast table so long visiting and catching up that it turned into lunch time. And then it was time to get ready to go tailgate before the game.
Here we are on the shuttle that took us from the tailgate to Kyle Field.
And this is Gulley and me right before we walked into Kyle Field.
And here I am during the last three minutes of the football game.
A sad panda, indeed.
But other than the outcome of the game, it really was so much fun. We laughed and talked and ate all the carbs and just had an all around great time. We truly look forward to this weekend every single year and it never disappoints.
Gulley and I had an uneventful drive home on Sunday afternoon and now it’s back to the real world of Algebra homework, soccer practice, grocery lists and laundry. So basically, the same exact thing most girls our age are doing this week.
Hope you had a good weekend.