As I sit here wolfing down an epic salad and watching the season finale of The Secret Life of the American Teenager, in which some of the students graduate, I have to say, I had a blast this weekend reliving my college career. As I mentioned on Friday, I had a dear friend visiting Chapel Hill for the weekend and I waited for her arrival patiently, watching loads of Degrassi and enjoying a little bit of Vino. Also, watching Youtube videos of Duckies. You know, the usual.
Once we arrived, though, we made a beeline for Top of the Hill, which was apparently THE place to be on Friday night.
I won’t get into too much details on the blog, but the rest of the night involved me acting like I’d never heard of certain UNC basketball players, which resulted in them trying to get the scoop on “that Jordan girl”. Sorry, Tyler, but I’m taken. You missed your chance in 2005. If you want to hear my brag on end about this story and the giant ego boost that I received, feel free to tweet at me, or email me.
Luckily, I was able to crash relatively early, which made the 9 am gameday wake-up call that much easier. Though let’s be honest, after a night of drinking Old Well Whites and Riesling like I was a fish (a fish with excellent taste in beer and wine), it really wasn’t that easy. My tummy was feeling wonky and my head was dully roaring. I knew something needed to be done.
I ventured over to Walgreen’s to get some Vitamin Water and Coke Zero (hangover remedy, why not?) and then whipped up a little hangover cure meal to ready me for the day’s festivities.
The best part about staying close with your fraternity post-grad is having permanent access to cooking supplies and friends PLUS a place to park ALL THE TIME (parking is at such a premium at UNC that our football team racked up $13K in parking tickets.)
My merry band of brothers and sisters were ready for action with the tiniest grill known to mankind and a well-stocked refrigerator.
We cooked burgers and kebobs, we cooked corn on some cobs, there were beers in koozies, this tailgate was a doozy. (Sometimes, I have dreams of being Dr. Seuss.)
My eats for the day included (among I’m sure countless other nibbles):
And, later, some chips and dip. I also made a healthy appetizer for everyone (read: cut up a cucumber and served up some dips).
The highlights of the day would have to be dominating at cornhole with Kinsley and her friends (who were all dressed in matching wolf-howling-at-moon t-shirts [sleeves removed, of course]), learning the term “landsharking” (which, according to urbandictionary, is a totally DIFFERENT and disgusting thing than what I thought, yuck), and finding a cellphone left at a bar that had enough graphic sexual texts I’m pretty sure it counted as reading a pornographic novel. Hopefully that either was returned to the owner or burned in a fiery pit of cleaning solution/bleach. Some things you can never unlearn/un-read.
After watching UNC spank the Dukes in the first half of the game, I decided it was in the bag and enjoyed my typical post-viewing-football nap. What was NOT typical, however, was the duration (read: 4 hours).
Oh, well, there went my Saturday night (and any hopes of falling asleep at a reasonable hour).
Thank goodness for Netflix streaming Mad Men.
Here’s to many more excellent games (and, of course, tailgates.)
What’s your favorite tailgate food?
I’m always looking to try new things!
What do you watch on Netflix?
Also, always looking for new things.