tastes like college

Tailgating for the Seahawks game really tasted like college. Tasted like back in the day when I didn't have real homework to worry about. Back when I had no job. Wait...I still have no job. So, back when I didn't even want a job! When life was good and simple: college. My Bud Light tasted like college - as if I was sitting in 812 Nora with my girls, playing F-the-dealer with only one other person.
Saturday morning Ricky Martin (yes that's his real name) and Ryan Cloakey picked me up outside of my place. At 7:45am. Ricky and his parents run a family farm business with a booth at pike place, so our fashionable ride to Quest Field was in the refrigeration truck....which has two seats. Oddly enough Ryan didn't feel compelled to let me, the girl, take the actual seat so I got to sit between the seats on an 18-case of Bud Light. Classy, no? I get in the truck and find them both munchin' on Jack In The Box breakfast sandwiches. (thanks for grabbin me one). Ryan must have known that I was silently judging his breakfast choice because he soon started spouting off lies about how some junkie came up to the truck with a gun and made them get themselves breakfast at jack in the box. At this, Ricky starts giggling and goes, "Ryan got that story from the obvious hooker we had the pleasure of seeing in the Jack in the Box." Apparently some strung out hooker (the guys were 92% sure she was getting paid for sex) ordered food at the counter and then looked around all paranoid-like, screamed something incoherent, and then took off. Again, classy. I forget how they described her attire but I'm sure it was something modest.
So far the boys have not been described as very gentlemanly. (which is per usual). But they soon redeemed themselves! Our tailgating spot was not near the big group of tailgaters but rather behind the starbucks against this building. When I asked why we weren't being our usually social selves, Ricky explained that the spot was chosen because of its convenient location to the starbucks bathrooms. Oh thank Jesus! Bathrooms, for those of us who are cursed with teensy blatters, are an object of concern while tailgating.
Soon I was playing beer pong (which I'm only moderately good at) and flip cup. In three games of flip cup, only once did it take me more than the first try to get the cup over. It was an extremely good showing for me on the ol' flip cup stage. After being fed a delicious hot dog ("when you tailgate with the Martin's you must eat") I realized that I was kinda drunk. I looked at my phone for the time: 11:52am. Awesome. Drunk by noon.
Ryan and I watched the game from right below the 12th Man Flag, happily drinking beers and watching the Seahawks beat the Saints. Who'd a thought! I made the mistake of buying the first beer. Right as I sit down, the Seahawks made some great play. From then on, Ryan decided that me buying beer was good luck, and refused to pay for another beer the whole game. I must say, it did seem like every time I went to get more, we did something phenomenal. So maybe I really am good luck! Just like the palm reader in India said!
On the way home I made a quick stop in to McDonalds for a delicious McNugget and fries. drunk eating by 6pm. Awesome.
By 9pm, I was experiencing a hangover.
By 9am, I was no longer drunk or hungover. I had fully recovered! I might start getting drunk during the day more often! .....