Because I had a new dress (strapless, high/low hem, DIVINE, Im bringing it to Book Bash) and a fresh mani/pedi, I got motivated to accept the invitation my brother extended to hang with him and his buds to watch the World Cup. Now, Ill preface this by saying Bud Time and Family Time are strictly segregated for my brother. I figure there are reasons why. I dont want to know those reasons. But with a new dress, you gotta show it off. Am I right? Even if its watching football (known to Americans as soccer). Dont get me wrong. I understand people consider football a religion. I get that. I just dont feel the same. I have zero interest in it. Though, I do have an interest in Cristiano Ronaldo. I AM female. So, another plus for going to the bar to watch the game. My brother had declared his sisters cool to his friends, thus giving the go-ahead for the boys to be...well, the boys. And they were. It was HILARIOUS! The shit men say when they have an opening to say it, Ill tell you, Rock Chicks and Rock Gurus, my writer mind was whirring cataloguing the hilariousness. Then there was Fat Tire (for me), E randomly selecting cherry vodka as a shot (yum! I sipped, too good not to savor) and get this! I got into the game. I mean, there was Cristiano Ronaldo but also Graham Zusi (lawdy). Not to mention a bunch of crazy Americans in crazy American gear going effing LOCO every time the US team got anywhere near the goal. Then there were the goals, the shouting, the dancing (yes, DANCING!) the high fives that youre too excited to execute with any precision. The...effing...BOMB! Im sure many of you experienced (or could imagine) the countdown suspense, the zing in the air, the incredulous cusp of joy we were riding as the final seconds counted up. And then...Ronaldo strikes. I mean, the man is beautiful, but hes also talented, so this isnt unexpected, but WTF? It was like someone stuck our happy balloon with a pin. No cherry vodka shot was gonna make that all better. Still, good times. I may have been overdressed for Fat Tire at a Sports Bar but I dont really care. I never really do. Its me. I roll with it. Onward to Thursday where I hope E and I arrive in Orlando in time to park our booties at the hotel bar and watch US v. Germany. Yes, Ive been bit by the bug. Whatever. Rock on!
Posted on: Mon, 23 Jun 2014 15:17:24 +0000
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