Well, the weekend is half over. We had another game Saturday and lost another game Saturday. Frustrating. Not going to complain about it anymore.
After the game, Carly and I went to Surfside Beach with Nate, Kate, Stella and Kirk. A fun time was had by all. I felt like I was doing something really wrong because in Surfside, you can drive on the beach. I know, rebel. Stella loved the water. I however was mistaken for a beached whale when I approached the water so I did not enter the gulf totally. Kidding, it was cold and windy and I didn't want to get soaking wet. Instead of swimming, I watched as Nate and Kirk were attempting to "dive bomb" pelicans with Nate's kite. They were unsuccessful and eventually the guys switched to football. In a Big Ten juggernaut of a game, Michigan (me) was upset by a much sweater vest-ier Ohio State (Kirk) team. 28-21. Today, my feet feel as though I was playing on broken glass.
In other beach news, we ate brats and dogs for lunch. We didn't have any condiments so I found some in the glove box of my truck. Yeah, they were old but it doesn't matter right? Wrong. Very wrong. The ketchup that I used was from Hardee's. Good, except for the fact that there are no Hardee's in TX. This pack of ketchup had to be from when I still lived in MD. This would make the ketchup about 4 years old... I should have gotten the hint when the ketchup came out and it was brown. I decided that it was "no big deal" and that it had gotten "better with age". Ketchup does NOT get better with age. I felt ok until around 9 when I began to drip sweat off my head and be freezing cold at the same time. Carly got a box fan from the garage and I wore my Snuggie and went to sleep on the couch. I must have gotten over the brown ketchup sickness because today I feel almost at full strength. Learn from me people, do not eat brown ketchup.
I also learned not to eat yellow snow. its not lemon favoring
ReplyDelete