football friday | college

Linking up with Erin and friends on this beautiful (it's only a high of 96 today!!) Friday for some football fun.

Thinking about college football sends me on a rollercoaster of emotions. First I get REALLY excited - I mention in my about-me (that I just re-did!) that in my other life I operator as the prettier and much better at life Erin Andrews - because I just love it all so much. Anything that can get me to wake up at eight on a Saturday morning must be a BIG DEAL.

But then I get really sad, because it's just not the same outside of college. Sure, we still have plenty of fun when we go tailgate, but in college we would go out Thursday night, go out Friday night, wake up early and tailgate all day and then go out after the game. Now I just want to fall asleep at halftime. And then add on the fact that we now live FOUR hours away from Baton Rouge and three from Lafayette...so it's even harder to make all of our games now. Unless your name is A and you randomly buy season tickets after you realize that you don't have to go to Iraq. Looks like we'll be in Lafayette a lot this fall!

So today I'm just going to depress myself and take you all on a stroll through memory lane. 

Here's just a very small handful of some of my favorite football memories. 

For Christmas my Sophomore year in college, my gift from my sister was to go to Tallahassee for the UF game with them. While the game was less than memorable, Friday night at Kens with her will always be a favorite memory. The last time I was at Kens with her, my parents had rented it out for their graduation party and I was 15...so this time was way more fun :)

Backstory - the year above at Kens (as pictured above) I ran into these two guys...the guy on the left just so happened to be the brother of one of A's groomsmen. Now. I didn't know A at this point (ok, I knew him as the creepy guy) but I had just met Bubba (the groomsman) and had creeeeeepily seen a picture of his brother on FB. So what does a slightly inebriated girl do? She marches up to him and says "hey! I know your brother!" I think he responded with something along the lines of "every girl seems to." Anyways, my parents have season tickets to FSU games, so I invited said guys (chill out, I became friends with them first!) to the game. It's one of my favorite weekends ever - we drove to Auburn, AL on Friday night, went to the Auburn/LA Tech game on Saturday, then drove to Tallahassee Sunday for the Monday night (Labor Day) game. Only bad thing was losing to Miami - but I am choosing to remember meeting Graham Gano. 

Mr. Fred's jello shots at all LSU tailgates. And apparently pig tails. Because...WHY kaitlyn?!

Tailgating with A's sister and our brother-in-law. Even though it was so hot outside that A looks like he just took a shower. 

I dedicated a blog post to this before, but that one time I decided it was a good idea to leave for Atlanta at 3am to go to a game. I think I need to make more spontaneous decisions like this. 

Drinking champagne at ten in the morning. And A's tailgate outfits. Hello, handsome. 

This game we started tailgating at 1pm on a Friday afternoon with my best friend's dad. I left to go get advised and then came back. COLLEGE.

Another random road trip! Two years ago we decided on a Thursday night to drive to Tuscaloosa on Friday to go to the LSU bama game. We had to stay in Birmingham, but it was worth it. We were being corndogs. Anyone familiar with LSU will understand. This was for the apparent "game of the century" and it turned out to be us trying not to fall asleep while watching. So for anyone pumped up about tomorrow's bama game, just prepare yourselves that it might be REALLY BORING. ESPN just likes to make money off these things. But seriously, people are paying EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS a ticket. WHAT.

And now I've come to the conclusion that A and I need to be more spontaneous. We don't have kids yet, we could totally decide on a random Thursday to go to an away game that weekend. I just need to start going to bed at 8 every night to prepare myself.