The Bad:
It was a rough weekend for the Sooners.
We played an unbelievably horrible game and lost
to…TEXAS! Really? Of all games, this is the game you choke on? No, no,
no! This was not the game!
I can’t even begin to express how mad I was. Largely because
it took me by surprise. I was completely unprepared. My husband tried to warn
me but I wouldn’t listen. I just knew
there was no way Texas was going to win. They’ve been sucking all season…I
mean, I know its Red River. I know anything can happen but honestly, I
just didn’t think Texas had it in them. And poor Charlie Strong seemed so
defeated…it was OU’s game, for sure.
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| Headed to watch what I THOUGHT would be blow out... |
Five minutes into the game and I knew we were in trouble. I
tried to stay optimistic, told myself they just needed to warm up. But they weren’t
ever able to get it together. We fell apart and handed the game away. It was infuriating.
We were at a football party so I tried to behave and act
like a decent lady. I must report that I failed miserably on that count. I
don’t cuss too often but man, I was letting them fly. At fist my husband was
like “Whoa, with the language” and “Hey, hey, hey” but by the end of the second
quarter he knew better than to say anything.
Of course, his friends thought it was hilarious that I was cussing
because they’ve never heard me talk like that – even though we’ve watched
plenty of games with these guys, I’ve always behaved.
In full disclosure, some of that may have been alcohol
driven. Because I knew I was going to need something to make it through that game.
And it did help me through. So much so that I don’t really remember the last
half of the game. Except the losing part. Because that hurt my heart.
I’ve discovered a really weird phenomenon too. I can’t
handle beer. At all. It’s the weirdest thing because Long Island Iced Tea is my
favorite drink. If someone is hosting and can’t make it, I’ll have a
Screwdriver (my second favorite) but if I’m out drinking, I’m ordering a Tea. There
are five different types of alcohol
in that drink and I handle it just fine – I’ll have two and feel comfortably
tipsy.
But give me a couple of beers and I am jacked up.
As soon as it was over, I found my husband and desperately
whispered “We need to go. Now.” It’s one thing to let someone hear me cuss
but something entirely different to let them see me sloppy. I was not about to
let that happen. I don’t care how good the party, if I feel like I’m getting
sloppy, I am out.
So like a good hubby, he whisked me away to our hotel room and
put me to bed.
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| It was as comfy as it looks - I slept like a baby |
I woke up heartbroken and hungry. But the weekend wasn’t a
total loss because when I texted the husband that I was awake, he told me
everyone was gathering for dinner. I had a delicious grilled salmon and then
went off to play some slot machines.
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| No luck with Cleopatra |
I actually spent most of that time just walking around and
people watching. It’s fascinating to me to watch people in a casino. I mean, I
enjoy people watching in general, but casinos are something special. I noticed
that there was no one and I mean no one
was wearing any type of OU apparel. Nothing. No shirts, no hats – nothing. Except
for me, of course. Fair weather fans! One of the guys (an OSU fan) was giving me
hell during dinner because of it but I didn’t care – a fan is a fan until the
end. No matter how badly they sucked.
The Good:
After a while I found most of the group gathered around a
card table. I don’t play cards. I’ve never played and I don’t know how. So
when we go to a casino, I just ignore that whole entire section.
But most of our friends play those tables so there they were
– huddled around either playing or watching. When you don’t know how the game
works, it isn’t fun to watch. Plus, I was out of money. So I was ready to head to the room when one
of the guys grabbed me and drug me to a Blackjack table, despite my objections.
Even after I adamantly told him I had no clue what to do, he laid out $100 for
me to play on. It was very generous and very nice. But also a little awkward
too. He’s more of an acquaintance than friend and I just felt bad wasting his
money. Granted, the guy is loaded and he couldn’t care less – when I told him I
couldn’t take his money, I’m pretty sure he intentionally flashed his huge wad
of money in front of me – but it was just the principle of taking his money
that didn’t feel right.
But he was insistent, so I played. As we were placing our
bets, he looked at me and said “You feel lucky?” and I laughed and said “I’m
always lucky!” And guess what? I was!
I kept getting these great hands and winning. Of course, I
was betting small but I was on a streak. In about 30 minutes made enough to
give him his $100 back and walked away with enough to pay for our hotel room.
Win!
It was super fun but I still didn’t feel right taking his
money.
As we were going to our room, my hubby asked if he hit on
me. Which made me laugh and melt at the same time. This guy is married to a
Barbie doll, so the fact that my husband would think there’s a chance this guy
would be interested in me…it was super sweet. He wasn’t hitting on me at all, but I’m glad my husband is still
under my spell enough to think it’s a possibility.
The Ugly:
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| Morning view - Hardrock golf course & sunshine |
After a lazy morning and a late breakfast, we were heading
home when I put my hand in my lap and felt…something. I looked down only to realize that my jeans
had a hole in them. But not really a hole…it was a spot that had been worn
thin. Coincidentally, that spot just happened to be right where my thighs meet. Yep, the friction from my thighs wore a hole in my jeans. Talk about depressing. And
shocking. I’ve never been big enough for that
to happen before…it was a good wake-up call though because I got my fat, thigh
rubbing butt in the gym the very next day!
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| I'm mad but proud - still sporting OU the next day. BOOMER! |
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