I brought this toolbelt for ivan and bobby to take on their gay cruise and then i had this epiphany. The toolbelt could also hold various things like...my drink, tapatio hot sauce, chili con limon powder, and I can’t believe it’s not butter…spray.
I don't know wha ti'm doing here but it looks like hard work
so then cathy packed up some drnks in her mini cooler for the walk to the stadium. you never know who might dehydrate on the way and need a quick beer
don't we look like the fucking reservoir dogs or something!!
i definitely look like i'm on the verge of passing out at this point
then we got into the stadium. so pretty!
nuria starting giving gilbert a lapdance. nothing new about that. it's just like vegas all over again
cathy was excited about the game before she realized...
how much we sucked
Ivan on the other hand opted for reading the New Yorker instead of watching the game. who goes to a football game and reads the new yorker!
then david made me go on the field and take a picture with the arizona mascot, wilma. blah
we went to the student section and i got mocked for wearing my shirt and someone made me cry and i was extremely eeeeemotional So I ate some of cathy's popcorn and felt significantly better
So the game was officialy over and we officially lost, big surprise. We all agreed that tailgating was in fact quite awesome. Football games on the otherhand are a total buzz kill. Thus we vowed that the second time around we would stick to the drinking in a field and avoid the game altogether. We were also all REALLY hung over. All except for cathy who decided that she'd take her harajuku lover roller blading around campus. sometimes cathy is hopeless
The rest of us other the other hand were HELLA hung over at this point...at 4pm in the afternoon. So we got into david's ghetto (but not fabulous) chevy corsica. Bobby was quite shocked because he had never driven in such a jacked out car
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