are you ready for some football?

sunday was glorious. GLORIOUS. i mean, sure, it never got above 40 degrees, and it was raining and windy the whole day, and sure, i was outside in it from 9am to 5pm... but...

I GOT TO SEE MY GIANTS WIN AGAIN AT FEDEX FIELD :-)

(incidentally, i don't want to hear it about the plax jersey, ok? i hadn't watched the news before i packed my 27365 layers and picked out a jersey the night before, otherwise i probably would have gone with tiki over his dumb ass for this game. and yes, i caught a lot of flak for wearing it. and no, i don't care, because make as much fun as you want, WE WON ANYWAY.)

we had really nice seats. great view of the field:

and riiiiiiiiight under the club level boxes, so we actually got sheltered from most of the rain once we were in our seats.

we got there long, long before the game actually started, though. like at 9am. tailgating is SERIOUS BUSINESS, apparently. they had four cars parked butt-to-butt, with a 10'x10' tent set up over the main area to keep us mostly dry; a grill for the huge pot of chili, and a freaking propane-fueled deep fryer that they used to make chicken, fries, catfish, and flounder in.

then, of course, there was the drinking. beers, naturally, and some goldschlager, and a delicious concoction made from tuaca and hot apple cider... and then the moonshine.

honest to god, home-brewed-in-someone's-backyard, moonshine.

i can't even begin to describe how awful that stuff is straight. it's like lighter fluid mixed with butane mixed with windex. however! someone took pity and made it into a mixed drink for me, which was actually not bad at all.

this picture is actually super appropriate, because you see how the background is sort of blurry? like i'm standing still and everything else is sort of sliding around? that's EXACTLY WHAT IT FEELS LIKE to be drunk off moonshine. it's like you don't even really feel that drunk, but everything is sort of... hilarious and squishy. i remember announcing halfway through my drink that the moonshine must be powerful, because while i didn't really feel drunk, i did have the urge to hug everyone i saw. i had never met anyone at the tailgate before aside from darlene. i am classy.

amd although we kept joking that by 3pm we'd no longer be speaking to each other, in the end, darlene and i managed to stay friends despite our rivalry. which, you know, was easier for me, since WE WON BWAHAHAHA :-)