kcfanXIII |
04-05-2016 12:51 PM |
I started tailgating at around 1:30 on Sunday. I paced myself, and refrained from the shots of fireball that were going around. My girl, not so much. She was sitting with one of her girlfriends, and I had SRO. in the 5th inning we met up for a smoke. She was ready to go, and my feet and legs were hurting so bad, I didn't really feel like arguing with her. I was home in my sweats on the couch for the last inning of the game. A part of me is ashamed for leaving early. The part that is my actual age (35) and had to work Monday morning was really happy to be comfortable, and beat the traffic. Besides, it was her fault we had to leave. Drunk mama gets what drunk mama wants...
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