The story of two really bad tailgaters

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So, Saturday. We decided, or rather I decided, that we were going to give the whole tailgating thing a go. After four and a half years of dating, in which we (my football lourvinnnggg beau and I) have never been. Not once. Naturally we choose one of the biggest games of the season. Because go big or go home is kinda our style. Right. And in this case, we ended up doing option B. Point A: the law school. We find that everyone has tuckered out due to the fact that they started at approximately 9am for an 8pm game. Point B: tent city. We stand in line for approximately 209437255 billion minutes for Dusty to use the potty and decide we are definitely in lot 14 (wrong lot), not lot 9 (right lot). Point C: we ask a stranger because there is zero phone service to look up a map of tailgating lots, amid mass chaos in the miagration of the crowd to the stadium (three hours to game time{??}) and are directed to lot 8. I lose it on the way to lot 8 (which, turns out, was fortunate because lot 8 is NOwhere near lot 9) and turn into a five-year-old, "imahottiredhungrysweatywantsomewingsandanapwouldbegood." Dusty is happy to oblige because we are missing his team's game to be there in the first place. We ended up falling asleep at half-time, bellies stuffed with hot wings and fries, on the couch. Lessons learned: We are officially 20-something going on 80, Dusty probably shouldn't wear the archrival's shirt when tailgating, people our age officially stink at the food part of the tailgate...store bought does not = adequate tailgate food, when you get that many 20-somethings together in one place, cell phone towers shut down, Wingstop fries are so boss, football naps really are the best.

Love,

Ramsey