And on Friday, there was once again football.
I have already established how I feel about football not being played on the designated day for it: Saturday.
That being said, it was the last tailgater of the season. Last chance to see the tailgate gang until next year.
I’ll have a little more free time on weekends. A little more rest for my liver, which will be very thankful for it.
A little less time with my folks, Ken and Nicole.
Someday I will figure out a way to get Ken and Nic to come to Portland…
As usual, there were smiles, laughter, drunken Gummi bears. Yes, because we are all 12 on the inside. No, the smiles and laughter are not entirely because of the drunken Gummi bears. We all actually like each other enough to smile and laugh even when we are sober.
Talk about things to be grateful for…
Akeem Gonzales, one of the Beaver players (firmly on the bench) blew a kiss at me at the end of the game when his team went ahead. So that was flattering. He sure did a lot of pelvic gyrations while he was standing on the bench.
Here are the tailgating shots:
We won’t talk about how bad the game was. We won. That’s the good part.
Do you suppose other women my age post this many pictures involving drinking?
Don’t answer that.
