(photo: Yet one more reason why the Pointy Universe needs to hire a photog.)
One moment you're in your pajamas sharing a yogurt with Paulie, the next you're in the backseat of an Infiniti sipping Sauvignon Blanc on the way to the Patriots' opener. So was the scene that unfolded late yesterday afternoon. Spontaneity is an elusive concept for us these days so for such improbable events to transpire the way they did was no less than shocking. We are indebted to Krissy and Matt for answering the call. And to the fabulous Norton brothers for carting us to and from the game. As we enjoyed a lightning fast tailgate at the Honeydew (aka Mr. Donut) lot, conditions quickly ripened for a sparkly good time..and it was.
Watched Green Day perform "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" which was fantastic and Ozzy Osbourne whose performance was like a presentation on the effects of degenerative disease.
James and I climbed to our seats in the farthest corner of Gillette Stadium and into an alternate universe packed with formidable-looking, belligerent Raiders fans. They turned out to be ok and quieted down considerably watching their team get their shiny silver bums kicked about the field. At half-time, I made my acquaintance with an Italian sausage, hung out with Pete and Apryl, and got creeped out by a back-tickling brother. "Sooo, do you guys like to, you know, party together."
It was halfway through the second half when I found my Cream Shop Friday feature sitting on the seat in the row in front of me.
8 comments:
The only wierd part of the night was Kate making me hold hands inside the Stadium. Married six years and still not comfortable holding hands at Sporting events. Just doesn't seem right.
And..how is that weirder than me wearing a Randy Moss wig?
And..it hasn't been quite six years yet, Jimmy. Keep that in mind the next time you decide to stink up the Pointy Universe with your boastful comments of self-proclaimed studhood.
SB, Ozzy looked like he was stuffed and battery-operated!
Is it me or is Kate the only person in the first picture not wearing a wrap around aka ass-blanket? Where is the fanny pack aka "ya boy" to complete the ensemble?
JJ, don't worry. I still don't hold Aunite's hand in public, or in private for that matter.
Right on, Bags. It's perfectly acceptable for men to wear the wrap-around ass-blanket but when women do it, many consider it a "SOFA" or "sweater over a fat ass." I'm not buying into societal stereotypes - I was wearing my Seven jeans with the Swarovski crystals on the back pockets which don't deserve covering even if my ass does.
Who's the small child in the photo with the guys?
I know. I look like I'm six.
I love shiny silver bums!
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