The Season That Was

My how Husker season flys when you're black out. I can't believe it's already the last home game. Seems like it was just yesterday I was crossing off the days on my Husker team calendar anxiously awaiting the first game and all the fun that went along with it- bars, porta pottys, Embassy, talegates, hangovers, fights, Amigos, hangovers, yelling at strangers, shots, shots and more shots. And a lot of fun it was.

But really, I am trying hard to not let myself think about the game too much tomorrow on account of the fact I won't be attending. Apparently, dogs aren't allowed into the stadium. But I could swear I've seen a few in there once before. I told Chris we just have to get me a cane and some dark sunglasses and nobody will question me walking in with Harlow. It's just not fair. To be honest I don't even care about not going to the actual game tomorrow, I just hate to think about all the fun everyone will be having at the bars without me. I've had a rough week, and right now nothing sounds better to me than a sloppy sweaty red faced night downtown. I'd like to have in depth conversations with people I would rarely say hello to on a normal day, I want to take shots of Rumplemintz with old college pals, I'd like to jump up and down on the Rail dance floor and call it "dancing," and then I'd like to finish the night by cutting the line at The Bar and singing Miley Cyrus songs at the top of my lungs because it's a party in the USA. I don't feel like I ask for that much. I didn't know getting a dog would mean that I wouldn't be able to drink for 13-14 consecutive hours on a game day in Lincoln. That definitely wasn't a decision I was ready to make. Don't worry though, Chris will be in attendance. Yes he will. While I will most likely be scrubbing pee marks Chris will be slapping backs and giving fives in the stands with his friends and then afterward he'll be Mr. Social at the Rail with all of his long lost buddies. The thought makes me sick. Back in the day the Rail had no prejudices, they served everyone. One legged, two legged, four legged, it didn't matter. Izzy and I used to go there every summer night during the week back in '08, and she wasn't a day over twelve. But I wouldn't even attempt to bring Harlow in these days. He wouldn't even be wearing a wife beater or a bandanna and I'm sure they still wouldn't let him in. If I seriously want to go dt with him I think my best bet would be to spike his hair, dress him in Ed Hardy jeans and an Affliction top and just go sit at Brothers and drink out of those plastic Little Tike juice cups they serve alcohol in. Just the thought of that place makes me feel greasy.

I suppose the one good thing about Husker season ending is the fact that it means another season is just beginning. The most wonderful season of all. Christmas. I can barely contain my excitement each time I see a new holiday commercial on television. I am just gitty with anticipation for the song Gap will choose to sing and dance to this year, it's always a good one. Coca Cola's usually bring a tear to my eye. And can't forget Kay jewelers, they tell a mini story within every commercial that is just so beautiful. Every kiss begins with Kay. And before Christmas comes Thanksgiving, so that means that in less than two weeks I will be in Cabo drinking a margarita somewhere, or eating a taco, or purchasing fine silver jewelry and hand crafted bowls from a five year old child on the beach. Most likely doing all three at once.