These two glorious words were sweet music to my ears back when I attended school at Ole Miss. I'd wake up a tad hungover on a Saturday morning, and head down the hall to the showers. After showering, I would walk back to my dorm dressed in my silly, pink robe and squeaky
Game day was, without a doubt, a well-documented event. I can't even begin to tell you how many pictures were taken on game days. Actually, I can. The day after game day I had 284574 notifications on Facebook, all of which were from tagged photos. Lets just say, the picture-taking was excessive. Okay, that number is a tad exaggerated, but you get the picture. Pun intended.
Even though time has passed and my current school doesn't even have a darn football team, (which I find absolutely ridiculous) when someone speaks about game day, I'll start to get the goosebumps. Call me silly or whatever, but game day is a big deal, people. You've got your tailgating, snazzy outfits, good friends, and a crap-ton of burr (beer...you just have to accent it). That just sounds like a darn good time, if you ask me. Anyways, these tailgating days were some of my most glorious days, and I sure do miss them. A lot.
But this weekend, friends, I get to re-live the glorious days. Granted, it's not the same sort of tailgating as Ole Miss, but hey, it's tailgating and that will do. My baby sister is off at a pretty southern school, so she gets all dolled up for the games, so I get to dress up for her school's game. Yay!
Since she's a
baby freshman in college, I told her there was no rush for me to come to the games. I wanted to be sure that she was well-adjusted in her new home before I came to visit. After about a month of being in classes, I got the okay that my sweet sister is adjusted, so I'm heading her way on Saturday. I couldn't be more excited to see her and my old friend, Game Day.
Oh, Game Day. It's been too long, and I can't wait to be reunited with you (and my sister, of course).