(fyi it’s A slut if you’re confused…hehe…I’m immature)
We went to Tulsa this Saturday/Sunday morning for maybe the most random day ever. We hopped in the car with Eric and Aunt Lauren and headed up there. We stopped to see Ginny for a few minutes and then we were on our way to the hotel. Then we headed to the University of Tulsa football game. That’s sort of the random part. The men wanted to go to a college football game and since they’re only like $20 a pop we chose that game. We have about zero interest in the University of Tulsa or the opposing team. I was dressed like it was winter and our seats were facing directly into the sun. Needless to say I had sweat dripping down my crack before kickoff. I’m pretty sure the “seats” were meant for stick figures because I know when I sit down I spread like peanut butter. This dumb guy (who was late I might add) came in and said, “Excuse me ladies we have seats 8, 9, and 10” Like we were taking his seats–we weren’t! My sweaty crack was right on the 7! (TMI?!)
Sometimes God is gracious enough to give you the gift of blogger fodder (am I using that word correctly???) Let me introduce you to this guy:
He’s the overly enthusiastic, I’m going to yell stuff even if it doesn’t make sense guy. Here’s some of his gems:
“You’re supposed to blow the whistle not swallow it!”
“I’ve heard better calls on a 1-800 line”
“I’ve heard better calls on the Jerry Lewis show” (That one we weren’t too sure what he meant exactly. We’re thinking it was in reference to the telethon unless there’s a Jerry Lewis show that we’re unaware of)
That was pretty much the jist of the weekend. Aunt Lauren and I did notice something about Tulsa. It looks like their hayday was during the 70’s. It sort of looks like Mike Brady did most building designs for Tulsa. Have I said Tulsa enough? Tulsa–Tulsa–TULSA!
Lexi and Sadie met their cousin yesterday. I was to worried about an attack to take pictures dangit. A name has been bestowed upon him. I gave him (my brother not the dog) all your suggestions but he is hard headed and had his mind made up. The pups name is (drumroll please)
FLOYD!
Not necessarily the best name but MUCH better than Obama. Sadie’s in love with him and Lexi pretty much is pretending he doesn’t exist.
It isn’t a real football game unless you have the one obnoxious guy screaming out random stuff. Good times!
I lived in Tulsa for a year and HAD TO LEAVE. Perhaps I didn’t give it enough credit or time to actually enjoy it. I love visiting friends there and yeah that’s pretty much it.
by the way, I grew up in Piedmont! 🙂
I ‘should’ be so upset you came to town and didnt tell me! but it’s ok i forgive ya….we woulda met ya at the game! and we wouldnt been all obnoxious!
mr gp was so droolij over the retro uniforms it’s all i heard about for 3 days before….
next time email me your comin we will meet ya mmmkay?
I live in Mississippi. When my hubs takes us to a ball game all you can hear is the fans ringing those stupid cowbells! You can’t hear anybody saying anything.
Love the dog’s name… Floyd! Very original.
LOL, that is to funny! Great story, thanks for sharing. I love random, I am random. Been to Tulsa, my husband lived there… I never have lived there. Sounds like it was fun game though, besides the sweaty crack. Guys yelling crazy nothings make football games all worthwhile! 🙂
OK, I’m still laughing at the fact that you figured out what Tulsa backwards spells. LOL
“That Guy” sounds like he’s had a little too much to drink. Jerry Lewis Show. hahahaha
Fun times, minus the sun right in your face and the tiny seats. 🙂
~melody~
Glad you had fun in Tulsa!
Floyd is a great name for his dog! There’s a jingle for a local glass-man here, goes a little something like:
“Floyd the glass man, he’ll fix it fast man”
It’s kinda cute.
Makes me like the name Floyd.
Dude, the ass-crack sweat is the WORST part about hot weather…though boob sweat might be a close second! 🙂
I had to take all these tests to get hired by them, I didn’t realize I knew what the hell I was doing either, but I guess I better if I’m going to teach!
Crack(sweat) Is Whack!
Floyd. No Brad Pitt but it will do. LOL
Your Tulsa spelled backwards cracked me up.
I would never have thought of that on my own.
Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Now I’m going to look for other words that are funny spelled backwards. And I loved your description of “that guy.” There’s always one at every kind of sporting event. Thanks for stopping by!! I hope you try the key lime pie! Have a great day!
glad the pups got along 🙂 oh and TULSA haha
Thanks for dropping by to see us on Saturday! I’m so glad Sadie and Floyd are in love. I really do like the name. Floyd and Midori should hook up at the dog park. She is all about the boys. 🙂
I love the title. As soon as I read it… I was rolling on the floor holding my belly and giggling and snorting and gasping and flailing.
You rock like KISS!
As for yells-things-that-only-make-sense-if-you-are-drunk guy…. is he not a beer commercial waiting to happen? Like Real Men of Genius: like Mr. Giant Taco Salad Inventor or Mr. Foot Long Hot Dog Inventor.
Indeed.
You stumbled across a real keeper.
Blessings!
Lacy
You crack me up! I can always can’t on a good laugh when I visit here…The whole football thing was priceless!
“Sweaty crack on the 7” That sentence packed so much awesomness. I’m so glad I found you.