This past weekend was ISU’s home coming. If there was a dance, I wasnt aware of it. But I sure and the hell was aware of the football game. Perfect time to get together with friends and have a few drinks.
Saturday rolled around. We borrowed a grill from a friend. Another friend brought burgers, buns, and ketchup. One of the guys brought some cookies and chips. And I brought brats and buns. Another friend presented a decently close location to grill out and have a good time. Everyone brought their own booze, good job guys! That was all spoiled when one of the resident assistants told us that beer wasnt allowed out side. It was and I quote “a family oriented apartment complex”. We said no problem and hide our drinks in cups and left everything in the trunks of our cars. What a fucking buzz kill this tool was. There was six of us and we were all of age, plus some. Whatever, we had better things to keep us occupied.
The charcol I bought had lighter fluid on it, so it was supposed to go up pretty quick. The only problem is that the bottom holes were clogged up and no air circulation was going on. After about 30min of trying to get it going it finally started. Slowly, but surely. A few waves of a plate later it was a fully flegded grill out. The guys tossed a football around while the burgers and brats cooked. Everyone else sat around and bullshited, nothing special. The burgers and brats finished and everyone ate. We noticed the tool was out making rounds to check up on us. After everyone finished eatting we packed up the left overs and got ready to go to the game. The girl who I’m seeing got a phone call from a restricted number, I told her not to pick it up. She did. It was the R.A. calling to tell her that he seen alcohol in our cars and would write her up if we didnt stop drinking. What the fuck? Really? Good thing we were leaving any ways.
We packed up on as much alcohol that we could hold and made our way towards the stadium. We passed through all the tail gate parties going on. I couldnt believe the amount of retardly drunk people that were all grouped up outside the stadium. I’m not a cop or nothing, but I’m pretty damn sure that there was a shit ton of underaged drinking going on. More power to ya’ if you can do it and get away with it. I know I did when I was their age. The other thing I noticed was the amount of trash. It was everywhere on the ground and pilled up around the trash cans. I was just glad that I wasnt the one going to have to clean any of it up. We made it to the stadium and got to the designated gate on our tickets.
We were actually a little early and the ISU marching band was out on the field. They finished and the game started. It was about then that we all realized how bloody cold it was sitting down in the wind. I also noticed that no one stopped us with our beer in our hands. It might of been in cups, but no one even thought to ask what was in it. A girl came around and handed out fake mustaches to help support one of the new coaches. She said he was some big wig from another school and he was kind of a big deal, I literally laughed at her. He was some guy that up until that moment didnt exist in my world. Then this chick was trying to convince me that this guy should be a priority in my life. After a little while, I couldnt tell if she was trying to convince me or herself. Sheep… blind sheep, being led around by wolves. I can almost bet that she was told by someone who was told by someone who actually knew the guy to promote this guy.
At half time, we decieded to go get a refill on drinks and some blankets. We trudged all the way back to our cars and filled up. I snagged a couple blankets and headed back to the stadium. We passed up a group of rather tipsy girls who were complaining about having to empty their bladders. They did, shortly after we went by them. They stood in a line, yes stood, and pissed right out in the middle of public. God, where do I find some classy girls like that? On the return in the parking lot off of Main street, I got run into by a drunk guy and in turn ran into a girl. It was crowded enough that no one fell over. The girl I ran into however, before I could say even a word, tried to donkey kick me. What a bitch, I just kept walking knowing I couldnt win by beating sense into her.
We got back right before the half time show thingy was over. We had to talk one of the gate guards into letting us back in because we didnt notice the “not reentry” signs. I pulled some really big strings and got us back in. I didnt feel bad lying to her either. If she wasnt such a big twat in the first place, I wouldnt of had to resort to being sneaky. When we got back, it was just my girl sitting freezing her ass off. My other friends had to jet and somehow we didnt run past them at all. We cuddled up in the blankets, drank our drinks and watched the game. The game was over at half time, but we stuck around till the fourth quarter. The cold, the lack of drinks and did I mention the cold? all got us up and out. We got back to the apartment complex and we all went our own ways. At least we beat the after game traffic.
Over all, a good day.
