| well despite the outcome of the game and the fact that Greg Davis is still alive, I had a good weekend. I actually did some homework on the bus ride up to Dallas, even with Happy Gilmore and Maverick playing in the background (and Isaiah's spanish homework) We had tons of fun Friday night...I had my first tequila shot and some rum shots, then we went to West End (in downtown Dallas) That was awesome! I talked enough trash Friday night to make up for the score today (approximately 3 bad words for every point they scored) I spent a good part of that night trying to find a bathroom, and once we did some stupid lady in the Taquiera Guadelejara wouldn't let me use her bathroom unless I bought something. After we stumbled our way around admiring the sights and smells and inched our way around police officers in riot gear I finally got to relieve myself (I've never been so grateful to see a port-o-potty) I went to bed at 3 or so. I woke up inebriated. Then i learned the joys of marching on a slippery field 6 to 5 while still slightly drunk. I know I know, probably shouldn't have done that but it was all in good fun. well then we went to the fair...I felt sick, I wanted to throw up on some sooners but I didn't actually throw up so that opportunity was missed. we kind of sat around for a little while and then warmed up (right next to the "pride of oklahoma") so we got ready to march out and, well, I was scared b/c the older ppl made us newmen march in first w/ no directions about what to do or anything. there was a bit of harrasment involved, mainly the sooners thinking that they their gay-ass upside down hook ems was somehow insulting to us. it's just dumb, like the lyrics to their fight song. and the game? hmmm...how can I say this..it sucked and then the band stopped caring in the second half and just kinda hung out and made fun of Greg Davis. I saw some pretty worthwhile sooner-trashing going on, my favorite was the blow-up doll dressed as a sooner. after the game we went and ate bbq from dickies (paid for by the Byrd's..yum yum yum) it was so good. then we loaded the bus again, only this time my D-section leader travis dropped a bomb in the charter bus potty before we left. People from Calallen, it was worse than Mitchell's unholy creation!! Seriously, it permeated the entire bus atmosphere, I had to whip out my deoderant and hold it up to my nose to keep it from choking me. so i was sleeping most of the time except when I changed positions or when the second wave of travis's earlier forthcoming woke me up.. |
