The Hawk: Heaven on earth.
Here's the thing I love about away games- I love the fact that when I see someone I know from Nebraska I suddenly feel like they're my best friends. It's funny to me how most times I see these very same people in Lincoln quite regularly and it's really not a big deal, but just because we're in another state drinking together I have to make the most of it. It suddenly becomes like "Oh my gosh you're here! What on earth are the chances we would both end up at the same bar (the hawk obviously) We have to take a shot! I havn't seen you since last Saturday!!" And hugging and dancing follows. It's great. Yesterday was pretty damn random if I do say so myself. It began a bit later than expected due to a late night at Power and Light. Still not sure about that place- it seems a little more like John Gosslin's scene than mine. Anywho- we head to Lawrence about noon. Our first stop is the Hawk- have a bloody mary then decide to move on as our blood alcohol levels were not high enough to be at the Hawk. Our next stop is a make shift tailgate. This means drinking straight from the bottle at my brother's car,parked in what we soon learned was a "Family neighborhood." Apparantly the residents didn't like us blasting Party in The USA and taking swigs in front of their houses, perhaps we did take it a step too far when Jeni and I proceeded to sit on their porch. We were told we had to leave. Next stop: the stadium. We pick up some drunk and friendly KU fans on the way who decide to purchase two tickets for chris and myself from a scalper on a yellow banana seat bike (looking back this should have been a clue not to purchase anything from said man) But it wasn't our money, it was friendly KU man who gives the guy $20 for two tickets. My good karma helped me out because not even two steps later I found two $10bills on the ground and was able to pay back KU fan. Once we get to the gates Chris and I are turned away because we failed to notice the tickets we bought had a large "youth" stamp on them, apparantly they were special tickets only for those under 16. I complained that I was 15, but they didn't believe me. KU fan finds this out and gets real upset and proceeds to argue with the ticket people for literally 45minutes! Ridic. Me and Chris really could have cared less, I just wanted to go back to the Hawk. Next stop is downtown to a bar to meet up with Chris's friends. We decide we dont want to walk so Chris sticks his thumb up and we get a ride with Warren, a friendly construction worker just finishing his shift working on the capitol in Topeka. Helluva nice guy. We see two stumbling husker girl fans and tell them to hop on in, as well. We drink down town for a bit then decide it's Hawk time- so hitch hike another ride from a girl wearing a poncho. Chris tells her what an awesome woman she is about 30 times through out the 5 minute ride. It's about 5:30 and the line to get into the Hawk is an hour long. We waited for what felt like days until finally getting in. Things get pretty fuzzy from here on out. All I know is the Hawk has never let me down for having a good time. The night ends with chris trying to arm wrestle any and everyone, me picking a fight with a sophomore in Sig Ep (sorry about that by the way) and then Chris getting escorted out by the doorman. Like I said- a great night.