This past weekend Logan and I went to Iowa City for the Iowa/Illinois game. We now have free parking for any game because my cousin lives across the street from the stadium- which saves us $20 each trip! My aunt and uncle have season tickets and they aren't able to go to any more games, so they offered us the tickets.
We will be going to the Iowa/Minnesota game in November- Liz and Corey- we'll see you there!!! Now- I am not sure who to cheer for at that game. I never had any direct affiliation with the University of Minnesota, but I did go to a state school and have lived in MN my entire life (except for a short time). However, I am now an Iowan and being a fan for Iowa is the equivalent of living in MN and being a fan for the Vikings, Twins, etc. Plus- I now have more Iowa apparel than I have ever had of MN. I think this might qualify me as a true Iowa fan. I would probably lose my free parking if I went to my cousin's house in anything but bright yellow and black, so I think I have made my decision. I am cheering for Iowa.
Another discovery I made this weekend is- being drunk and crazy is not my scene anymore. My cousin had a kegger- it was fun. We hung out with a few of his friends and my aunt and uncle. My uncle had much more fun than I did- he was so drunk and obnoxious. I know we have all been there. Not to pick on Liz, but she was the bitchiest drunk Freshmen and Sophomore year. After that she was fun to be drunk with! How about all of the drunken fights we have been in. I can remember one such fight about sharing the bathroom with Angela and Liz. While Liz and I were ganging up on Angela (way to stand up to us buddy!) poor Corey was standing in the background as uncomfortable as a guy at his wife's GYN appointment.
Anyway- back to the point of the story- we went to a bar that was packed with drunk people jumping around, making out, grinding on everyone, and just being stupid. What a fun place to people watch. There were definitely some interesting outfits as well. So, it was fun to watch people, but it was so crowded and sweaty. I really just wanted to be somewhere quieter and calmer to sit and talk with family and buddies. I bet I would enjoy that scene if it were Winona homecoming though. Such memories- the promise of getting up at the crack of dawn to start drinking, going to the parade tanked, stealing Kat's blanket, going out to breakfast, coming home for a quick nap before the game, grabbing a few drinks before the game, getting to the game in the second half because we woke up late or maybe we wouldn't go at all, going home for one more quick nap and some Little Ceasars, finally going out to Bullseye and Brother's for a crazy night of drinking, and then home for some more Little Ceasars! Then of course Scott would make sure we all got home okay- giving us the shirt off his back! Fun times in Winona!!
Anyway- just some reminiscing for those who are interested. It was a great weekend except for the driving- Looking forward to the IA/MN game!!! GO IOWA!!!
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I miss going out in Winona sooo badly! I know what you mean though about growing out of the whole bar and getting wasted scene...I feel the same way. How did this happen to us?!?! We were bar buddies til the end! I can go out occationally and get drunk and have fun....but I really don't crave nights out anymore. Remember going out Thursday, Friday, and Saturday of each week...I don't know how we ever did it!!
We had so much fun back in our college days... but I too have become an old married woman, not very interested in the bar scene at all. That was a fun post Kate, I love reminiscing about the good old days, when I got to live with four of my very best friends!
Love ya!
I don't remember that bathroom fight at all. I do remember another bathroom fight though...
That was fun to read. I do miss those good old days going out to the bars. I can't believe I'm over it too. It just sucks! But I guess it could be worse. We could be 30 and still acting like we're 21.
Great times! Kate, I'm excited that I'll see you in a few weeks. You'll have to come over to my brother's bus and tailgate with us sometime that day. I'm so glad I have another Iowa fan to hang out with:) And for the record, I was NOT a bitchy drunk freshman year...just sophomore year. But not that it matters. How did we all become so old?! Angela's right...it could be worse...we could be wearing tapered jeans and carting our 15 year olds to soccer practice.
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