Ending the week right, the chug Precious and I were able to go and get gussied up at my fave Nashville salon Trumps.
Knowing that I like to take a fur baby everywhere and following in her Auntie CBXB’s footsteps, Princess B went to Build-a-Bear and created a cat (naturally). When it came time to give her new feline a moniker, apparently Princess B inherited my creative juices and went with the highly innovative choice of “Pet” (almost as clever as my beloved pussy’s name New Cat).
Ditching the dog, I headed to a lunch in celebration of a fine young lady and her upcoming nuptials.
Did you guys know that Elsa from Frozen has a twin who is also named Elsa? Well, it’s true. And they live in Iowa and are related to me.
If it’s a football Saturday in September, you can bet your ass it’s Iowa Hawkeye tailgate time!
With the kitchen pretty much prepped and ready to go, the only thing left to do was flip the TV to the right channel.
Cruising to the channel, the guide listed an either/or scenario. My game, Iowa vs. PITT or Penn State vs. Maryland. Now, I pay extra money to get the Big Ten Network through Comcast, (my stupid fucking cable provider that I’m dying to leave – hurry up Google Fiber!) and you’d think they’d provide an alternative network when two games in the same division are to be played at the same time to please viewers.
No such luck.
After precisely 92 minutes on the phone, asking the customer service rep which game they’ll be showing (reps don’t have that information (WTF?), so we had to wait until kick-off), I was told I could view on my laptop and if I could wait, they’d give me a password.
So we waited….
…and did a shot while we waited….
And FINALLY! We got the small screen up and going with our Hawkeye game in the second quarter.
Once the game was on, we had some catching up to do and got to our trashy tradition of moonshine shots after every touchdown.
In the final two seconds of the game, the score was tied and our field goal kicker (my new hero) hit a 57 yard field gold for the win. I’m pretty sure my entire apartment complex thought there was a party of 60 in the mini manse as we carried on like we’d just won a million dollar lottery.
The rest of the evening went as follows…
So you can imagine that Sunday went a little something like this with my main squeeze, Ted.
Here’s hoping your week is off to one fabulous start!