Catching Balls and Taking Names

The only thing worse than being at wedding where you don't know anyone, is waking up still in your dress and heels realizing you were probably drunkenly dancing alone and scarfing red velvet cupcakes at a wedding where you don't know anyone. This morning was a rough one, I waited as long as possible before having to face Chris's parents at the post wedding brunch. Apparently not everyone jumped on the drunk wagon I was riding. But put me in a fancy dress and heels and tell me champagne is a free for all and the outcome is bound to be a sloppy one. I'm still not sure why the other guests at the reception, which was held at the Newport Beach yacht club, weren't as excited as I was about the open bar. I didn't see anybody else pounding drinks like Chris and I, then again, I didn't notice anyone else putting the left over cookie wedding party favors into their purse like I was, either. If someone gives you a bag of cookies you take the cookies. I can't tell you how many guests left their bags behind, luckily I did a quick run through by every table before we left. Chris compared me to a child after a Husker game collecting leftover cups. Now the Sprinkles cupcakes that were served rather than wedding cake were a bit more tricky to take home. They didn't offer boxes or anything so I just improvised and wrapped it in a few napkins, which I'm assuming I ate as a little bedtime snacky because I did notice that I woke up surrounded by cupcake crumbs and frosting covered fingers. Someday when I get married I can't decide if I want to have a huge cookie cake, like a fancy one from Eileens or something, or be a little more traditional and go with a DQ ice cream cake? That will be one of the harder decisions I think.  That and the idea of the wedding party reception entrance. I am yet to see a good one, last night wasn't bad given that they showed up on a yacht, but it was a bit stuffy. All I know is that I would want it to a Ke$ha song or the Nebraska tunnel walk, either would make for a killer entrance for bridesmaids and grooms to enter looking uncomfortable and awkward dancing with each other while trying to do something funny.

 Speaking of music, the band last night was amazing. They played everything from Frank Sinatra to Kings of Leon. Chris told me today I was a little obsessed with how good they were, I guess that might explain why I found their business card in my purse this morning. 

"Hey Chris, what in the heck is this card for? It says Tijuana Dogs?"

He looked at me like I was kidding and responded with, 

"seriously? You don't recall going up to the wedding singer and telling him he was the best singer you've ever heard and you wondered if they'll travel anywhere?"

No, actually I don't recall that. Now I know I wasn't flirting, because he was not attractive in the least, I think I just genuinely liked the band and apparently wanted to get their contact information to fly them to Nebraska should the occasion ever arise. Theres nothing weird about that.

So by the end of the night when Chris and I were two of the last people on the dance floor, both red faced and sweaty, Chris with wine all over his suit and me covered in frosting, I think it's safe to say we represented the Nebraska side of the family quite well. 

Speaking of... How bout that game. Gulp. I just don't know what happened. If only the coaches and players had access to Facebook during the game I think they really would have benefited from various statuses from unathletic fans who obviously know how to play the game better because of their extensive X Box experience. Why couldn't they just "catch the damn ball dumbass!" or "Tackle that guy, what are you thinking?" Such good advice. How hard could it be? It's a pretty basic concept, nevermind the 85,000 fans or the other Texas players coming at you, a simple touch down is not that hard. Every Tom, Dick and Harry on Facebook seems to think they could do it. Even Sally was boasting she could catch a ball. All I am saying is that if we can see the problem with the game from the comfort of our couch or hundreds of feet away in the stands it shouldn't be that hard for the players to recognize it either and make the changes that need to be made. There cant be that many other factors going on in the actual game that we can't see from our tv that would affect why a tackle was missed or a ball was dropped, it just wouldn't make any sense. I think the NCAA should consider adding a Facebook time out to the play of the game. This would give the coaches and players just a quick thirty seconds to browse the newsfeed for all the best tips from intelligent Facebookers. I am talking about those devoted fans who love football and are totally encompassed by it-but also somehow manage to find some time to browse the book during a game and update their status every play with their thoughts. Strictly an idea. We'll be better next game I'm sure. If I know Bo he'll have those boys in ship shape form in no time ready to catch the ball again. He'll have them catching balls in their sleep. And catching balls in the showers. And in the locker rooms. Two at a time even.