Oregon gets the Stanford monkey off their back

Another fun day of football.

Our team won. It is always better when our team wins.

It was a particularly fun tailgater today. It is always good. This one was a little extra good. At one point, after I hugged what seemed like a hundred people in five minutes, someone said: “Wow. Everybody fucking loves you, and you know really fucking great people.” It is always flattering when everyone seems like they love me, even when it’s an illusion. A lot of people do love me, but not everybody. And, yes–I do know really fucking great people.

I unexpectedly got to see someone I don’t get to see often enough. A bonus.

Paddy tried to high five everyone in and around Autzen, and my cousins love him. How that high five quest ended up is a complicated story that is beyond my writing powers in my current feeble state.

At about 2pm on Friday, as I collapsed on my couch with a fever, I was seriously considering if I should do the smart thing and stay home on Saturday. I am at the part of being sick where I am tired. So tired. Physically, staying home and resting would probably have been the thing to do. But…but..I had cousins in town. Boise State fans. They could have driven down without me, but I wanted to see them seeing how great the party is at Autzen. I wanted to see the Ducks beat Stanford. I wanted to see all my people.

I didn’t want to miss the party.

Back at the home base, I’m exhausted. I feel like I was run over. My feet hurt. My chest hurts. The end of the night got very weird and I had to act like a Mean Mom, which I hated. I am writing this curled up in bed, with a big dose of Benadryl and codeine starting to kick in. I have a fever. I am having a time stringing words together.

Would I do it again?

Fuck yeah.

Ohmygosh, I have just realize that tonight is the night that the clocks get set back an hour. I have an extra hour to sleep before breakfast at 0900!

Life? It is great.

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Halloween

It was a very fun night with Tyler, Alex and Paddy.

We started out with a few beverages at the Paymaster. Ginger lemonade. It was medicinal.

As we left, I got to hold Wonder Woman’s detached head. And her phone. That doesn’t happen every night, so it was special. She was Lego Wonder Woman, which made it even more special. We saw Lego Waldo, too.

Then we walked over to the Moda Center to watch the Black Keys. And it did not rain on us.

There was excellent people watching before the show. We saw several more Waldos. Bert and Ernie. The Travelocity gnome. Several sexy whatevers. A banana. Maleficent. A lot of kitties. The Blues Brothers. Clark Kent sat right in front of us.

The show was great. I didn’t realize I knew that many Black Keys tunes! Thanks to Tyler and Alex for getting the tickets and inviting me.

After the show, walked back to NW to the car and saw a lot more interesting people. The Cat in the Hat accompanied by Thing1 and Thing2, several brides, a lion, a cow with an astronaut. I was sad I hadn’t done a costume. I love dressing up. Next year…

I was thankful for such warm, relatively dry weather. It was perfect for walking. It’s such a nice walk over the river..and I couldn’t have asked for better company.

Saturday, we move the group to Eugene for Oregon vs Stanford. For more fun and hijinks.

Go Duckies!

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An imaginary conversation about whining

Hey, how are you feeling?

Better, not great. I think I am going to live!

When you’re sick, do you think you are a whiner?

Not really. I mean, everyone whines a little..but I don’t think I am excessive about it.

No?

Do you disagree?

Uh…

Really?

You talk a lot about dying for someone with a cold…

That isn’t whining. It’s being melodramatic.

Is there a difference?

Of course!

Care to explain it?

I don’t know if I want to. It wasn’t very nice of you to imply that I am a whiner. Why are you concerned about my disposition anyway? You don’t have to be anywhere near me in either sickness or health. You are in a uniquely privileged position to avoid any flare ups of illness related defects in my temper entirely.

Is that what you meant about being dramatic?

Melodramatic, and no. That was being sarcastic with a little tinge of snideness. A soupçon of churlishness.

Bringing out all the fancy words? Just for me?

Just for you. You inspire my vocabulary.

Good to know.

Any time.

So, are you?

What?

Whiny when you’re sick?

I hate you.

Clearly you’re hostile….

I have a cough that can be heard from Canada, and I feel like I have been run over by a fleet of semi trucks. Whiny is the least of my worries, and yes that was fucking dramatic.

Huh. You’re a lot easier to pick on when you’re sick. There isn’t really any challenge to it. It seems unsporting to go on.

You are a bad, bad person. You should be kind to the infirm.

You like me.

Not at the moment.

Always.

No. I always love you, but I dislike you quite often.

You dislike me? How often? Is it a regular thing?

I will send you a pie chart graph of my feelings when I am better.

A rough estimate.

55% of the time.

Ouch! Really?

That does seem high. I will have to start a daily log. If I am going to go through the trouble of creating a chart, I may as well go full insanity on it…

What are you going to use to quantify your dislike?

I don’t know. I haven’t ever graphed it before. What would you recommend?

A daily scale of 1-5?

Simple. Do you think it’s too basic?

No.

OK then. There’s a problem though.

Only one?

Shush.

What’s the problem?

I usually only dislike you intensely for very short periods. It might be hard to capture in a graph.

How short?

Minutes, sometimes.

Why is that?

Right now you are humoring me in my bizarre plan to graph how much I dislike you. That makes me like you. It’s endearing. You do shit like that almost every time I dislike you.

Irresistible, I am.

It really pisses me off.

Sorry.

Are not.

No, I am not.

I think I am going to drink a pint of codeine and go to bed.

Good night, Drama Queen.

Good night, Creep.

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