Okay, I’m really worried that I sound like a redneck. Also, I can’t seem to stop playing with my hair.
So, if Nick Pappageorgio comes to look at your house, don’t let him in!! I’m off to try to hang on to my sanity!
That time of the year is upon us. When the weather starts cooling down and the leaves begin changing colors.
It’s Football Season.
John and I headed to Atlanta this weekend for the Crimson Tide’s opener vs. Virginia Tech. It was a much needed break since the girls have been sick this week and it’s been extremely hard to contain a little girl who only wants her Daddy when she is sick. Anyway, we made it to Atlanta and waited on Joseph and his friend Brandon to go eat dinner at Maggiano’s. It was delicious. It’s a great Italian restaurant that you could eat for a week off of one meal. Brandon is one of the funniest people I know, next to John, so by the end of dinner, my cheeks were hurting from laughing so hard.
We were all staying in the same room which was supposed to have 2 double beds but it ended up with one king. We had them bring a pull out bed in there and John, Joseph and I slept in the king and Brandon slept on the pull out.
Saturday morning, we went Downtown to Centinnel Park where GameDay was. We ate lunch at Taco Mac and I ran into my cousin that I haven’t seen in over a year. It’s so weird to see people when you aren’t expecting to. We went over to Fan day and the boys had fun kicking and throwing footballs. After that, John and I headed back to the hotel so I could pump. We rode the Marta since we were staying in Buckhead and it was crowded but not bad enough that we couldn’t find some seats. So, we sat down and I noticed that the appeared to be a homeless person asleep laying down on the seats behind us. Now, I’ve never been in such close proximity to a homeless person. I live a sheltered life. In the midst of trying to get John’s attention, I notice that the homeless mad has his hand down the front of his pants. It creeps me out a little bit. I am still trying to get John’s attention. He appears to be doing some adjusting. About the time John finally looks at the homeless person, I notice that he is not stopping touching himself. Yes, this man, was having a private moment with himself in front of the entire train. No one else seems to notice or care that this man is touching himself inappropriately. John quickly tells me that he is not sitting next to this guy and so we stand the entire train ride back to the hotel in total disbelief in what we have just witnessed.
When we get back over the stadium, I see my cousin again! How weird is it to see a family member twice in one day that you haven’t seen in over a year? Then, we see my internet turned in real life friend, Lindsey and her husband Jeff. I can tell that as the kickoff looms overhead that the trash talk is starting. We hear a lot of Hokie(which, by the way, was a topic of discussion as to what it actually is. We asked a Hokie fan and they informed us that our guess was correct and that it is a castrated turkey. Cool mascot.)
The game was a nail biter and I wasn’t sure we were going to pull it off. Our offense looked like a mess and special teams wasn’t that special but our defense is awesome and rocked those Hokies world. When we game was over, it was a nightmare trying to get out of there. The way the stadium is completely messed up and if you go out the bottom gates then you have to go up an escalator or a circular ramp to get up top. So, take a mental note, when leaving the Georgia Dome, go out the upper gates and avoid the nightmare. We ended up having to take a cab back because the Marta stops at 12:30. On Sunday morning, a wrong number called and woke us up at 10:53. Check out was at 11:00. I’ve never been more thankful for a wrong number in my life.
We had a safe trip back and all is right with world with football season being underway! Roll Tide!