1. Old men from OU are mean.
We were sitting at the hotel bar on Friday night waiting to meet one of Brandon's friends from work. There were just a handful of people down there, but one group in particular stood out. It was a table of eight or so men decked out in their OU attire. They appeared to be in their mid to late sixties.
As I was walking back from the restroom one of them shouted, "Hey, come over here! What does the back of your shirt say?" {I was wearing a Longhorn shirt that one of my friends gave me when I graduated. It was from the PINK line at Victoria's Secret, and the back read "PINK Loves Longhorn Alumni". It's a really cute shirt.}
I
{being the sweet and innocent person that I am} walked over and let them read the back of my shirt. I thought to myself,
'Aww, these sweet old men are still coming back for the rivalry!'
Wrong. About the 'sweet' part. The trash talkin' began.
Old man: "There's no way you've already graduated!"
Me
{in my sweetest voice, wanting to represent my team well}: "Yes, sir! I sure did!"
Old man: "What year did you graduate?"
Me {again, smiling and trying to be nice}: "2010!"
Old man: "
Oh yeah... Well how did OU treat you when
you were there?"
Me: "We actually did really well against OU when I was in school."
Old men: "
Oh, yeah right! Haha! That's a
lie!"
Me: "Well, we did go to the national championship. That's what I remember!"
Old men: "Oh yea!
And how'd that turn out for you???"
Me: "Yeah, that was a tough game. Colt got hurt, and..."
Old men:
Laughing.
2. I'm way too nice to stand up to them.
When I realized that this group of OU fans had no interest in having a nice conversation with me I decided to walk away.
Me: "Well I was going to be nice to ya'll, but since you're being mean I'm going to leave."
Good one, Emily. Nice comeback. For a kindergartner.
I walked back to my group saying my real comebacks in my head...'How can you say that's a lie?? I'm pretty sure you're so old you can't even remember how we did against OU!'... 'At least we went to the national championship!'...'How'd that season turn out for yOU??'
As I walked away one of the men shouted, "Hey, you can't wear that shirt! You haven't graduated!"
Seriously??? Did we not just discuss this??
3.
Piano bars are my favorite.
I kind of already knew this, but Friday night just proved me right. After visiting with Brandon's work friend we headed to Pete's Dueling Piano Bar. We walked in, ordered drinks, and got escorted right to the front row. Score!
Sitting in the front really made the night. We were right in the middle of everything; the battle of the Texas and OU fight songs, the men vs. ladies competitions, singing on the stage. Multiple times.
This night definitely made my list of funnest nights ever.
One of my favorite moments was during one of the table vs. table competitions. The pianist asked one member from each table to go up on stage. {Amber was our representative.} The people on stage had to learn a set of hand motions to a song. As the pianist played the song, the people on stage tried to teach the hand motions to the people at their respective tables. The table with the best performance won.
Since hand motions weren't really Brandon's cup of tea, Michelle and I competed for our table. We were standing up {at the front of the bar, remember?} putting all of our energy and effort into learning these motions. We were taking this competition very seriously. The song was played over and over, and each time it got faster. Each time it played our motions got bigger and bigger. We were really getting into it!
Right when we started to get the hang of this little dance the pianist announced, "Extra points will be given for skin!" Skin. As in showing skin that is usually covered by clothing. Except Michelle and I heard skiing. Like snow skiing.
We simultaneously looked at each other and said, "Skiing!" And we immediately started pumping our arms back and forth as if we were maneuvering ski poles. I was thinking, 'Oh yeah, we got this. No one else is pumping their arms as fast as we are!'
That's because no one else was even pumping their arms. They were all glancing around the room to see if anyone was brave enough {or intoxicated enough} to show skin.
And Michelle and I were at the front of the bar skiing like crazy.
4. Some people don't know what being a fan really means.
At the game on Saturday there were some girls sitting behind us who apparently thought they were better fans than the rest of us. They screamed at us in their highest pitched voices to yell louder, the entire game. Forget the fact that one of them yelled "Let's go offense!!" when we were on defense, twice. And nevermind that one of them missed the entire first quarter of the game.
We got to the stadium almost an hour before kick-off. We've read Orangebloods on a regular basis. We've kept up with recruiting. And coaching. And the recovery status of players on the injured list.
But if being a fan were based on the price of your handbag or how revealing your game day attire was, these girls would have won. Hands down.
5. When you go back to watch your alma mater's football team, things may not be exactly the same as you remembered.
Like I told those mean OU men, when I was at Texas the football team did really well. I have fond memories of watching the 'McCoy-Shipley' duo play and seeing Will Muschamp get our defense fired up on the sidelines. Oh, the memories.
Now I've watched almost every game since I graduated, and I know that our team has struggled since that year. Please don't rub it in. But for some reason I was still expecting to see Colt-and-Jordan-like-plays on the field. I mean, that's how it was last time I was at the Cotton Bowl? Boy, did I miss those two.
If you pay any attention to college football at all you know that the TX/OU game was a complete nightmare. For Texas. I don't even know what to say. Except that I've never attended a game like that, one where Texas played so poorly. It was disappointing. That's all I'm going to say.
6. State Fair cotton candy is the best cotton candy EVER.
Michelle and I have always loved cotton candy. We've eaten cotton candy everything; ice cream, fro-yo, lollipops, the-cotton-candy-they-used-to-sell-at-Movie-Gallery-in-Yoakum-that-isn't-even-very-good-but-we-ate-it-anyway-because-it-was-still-cotton-candy. You could say that we are cotton candy freaks!
We had been looking forward to this cotton candy all weekend, and after the game we headed straight to the giant cotton candy stand we had spotted earlier in the day. It was a long walk through a giant crowd of people {we could hardly even move}, and as we shoved and elbowed our way towards the stand Brandon said, "This better be some good cotton candy..."
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{Oh, yeah. We each got our own bag. BTW- We were tired from lack of sleep and standing for four hours,
and the humidity was awful so our hair looks kind of gross. But the cotton candy was good!} |
Oh, it was! It was amazing.
I wish I could have bought enough to last me until State Fair next year.
And because I have no where else to put this picture...
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| {Breakfast at the fair: corndog, margarita, fried s'more} |
Although we came home with a loss, this was definitely one of my favorite weekends. And I'd say I learned some pretty valuable lessons!