Don't Be Tardy For the Party

Alright gameday, you win. I'm done, I don't even know why I try to compete with you. You come out the victor every time. Me and my little liver try as hard as we can to hang out with you all day and you toy us along acting as if you are going to let us by buying us shots here and Red Bull Vodka's there and then all of the sudden BOOM! you hit us a like freight train. And continue to strike the following day, and even the day after. So I give up. Find someone else to take money from, find someone else to trick into dancing with you at the Rail by planting the idea into their head fist pumping and head banging is still cool in the Midwest. And find someone else willing to give money to the O street homeless people. Yup, Saturday was not a day for the weak. Not many can survive drinking for over 15 hours. And not many people did. Lack of Husker spirit is what I saw at the bars around 5:15 Saturday night. To those of you who went home planning to "nap" and then come back out I scoff at you. Because I know you didn't make it out. Nobody ever does. A nap in between drinking hours is basically asking for a hangover. I know, because I made the same mistake for years and years. And those are game days I can never get back. Wasted game nights spent in Theta, sleeping in the living room or guest bedroom or kitchen waiting for my phone alarm to wake me to go back out. Never happened though. So could one say I am attempting to make up for those nights now? Perhaps. Or perhaps I stay out because I have no other option. I don't think 475 Ride goes to Peker, then again, it just kinda depends on the driver because I know some go to Amigos/McDonalds but others don't. I suppose it wouldn't be a bad idea to bring my NCard from here on out just in case.

So last night was the VMAs, hosted by a channel who no longer shows music videos. Maybe soon the show will be called TRA's, Teen Reality Awards. Anyway, I was anxious to see how Chelsea would handle the position of host. I was honestly nervous watching her because I didn't want her to let me down. I still can't decide how I think she did. Was she drunk, or just acting drunk? Normally I would say she was for sure drunk, but something about last night just screamed faux drunk. I got bieber butterflies when Justin performed and then literally screamed when he won best new artist. I didn't realize I was that big of a fan, but I can't help it I just think he is the cutest. Taylor Swift looked like a 1920s corpse, I kept waiting for Kanye to interrupt her performance and was thoroughly disappointed when he never did. I'll admit her songs on the radio are ok, just OK, but when she sings live it sounds very reminiscent to LuAnn the Countess of New York City House Wives, "Money Don't Buy You Class," which everybody knows isn't half as good as Kim from Atlanta's, "Don't Be Tardy For the Party." Gaga looked fab, as usual, I wouldn't expect anything less from the style queen. My fav was the dress made out of meat she wore for about two minutes, and meat is a hard thing to pull off, not everyone can do it. I know I always feel self conscious when I try to wear it, but maybe I'm just not wearing the right type cut. I'll tell ya one thing, it's a good thing rappers don't bring their dogs in their entourage to these shows like they did in the 90's. I would hate to see a few pit bulls and dobermans get whiff of Gaga's attire.

Well gotta go, Oprah's last season is just about to kick off. I heard a rumor she actually allows a few of her Anglo American fans to win a prize or two, although I won't believe it until I see it.