The Randomness

Okay, so the last time I blogged was an entire year ago when I had the awesome experience of 2 months in lovely Europe but then it hit me that there are some pretty awesome things happening here in the states that I think I should enlighten you all with.

I had originally planned to write about the following when it occurred about a week ago and still am…I have just had an amazing weekend, so it’s difficult to go back a week but here goes…

The last minute, unexpected happened Monday the 10th when I received a phone call which resulted in a weekend excursion to Charlotte, NC and then on to Columbia, SC. The expedition to these places was birthed by my boyfriend, Will. This was a two-fold weekend, hence the two cities. Charlotte brought us many Joyes of various kinds including things like a four star movie, shopping with new friends, $6 shoes, gaming marathons, delicious and baked thoroughly cookies, etc. etc; great times and even greater people to share them with.

Columbia brings me to the football and the crux of this blog. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I am not a football fan. Before I am judged and cast aside let me explain my reasoning. I have sat with my father and brother and other jovial males as a football game is televised. Concentrating and striving to understand, I have watched this sport. I wait and wait while the camera pans to the coach who is usually angry and then to the players and maybe a sneak peek at the cheerleaders who animatedly cheer on their team and then here comes the momentous event; the play. Hike, throw, whatever and seconds later there is a pile of large men with one guy under the human rubbish and I just feel jilted. After the game is over all I have done is wait expectantly for a play that lasts about 3-5 seconds, BUT last weekend something happened.

The boyfriend mentioned in the 3rd paragraph is insanely interested in South Carolina gamecocks football and free tickets to see them play were offered to us. We accepted, and I found myself at my first live football game. The air was a buzz with excitement, the seats were a sea of garnet and black, and I became a child of 10 with my head on a swivel taking in the excitement of the atmosphere. That excitement continued into the game itself, and I found myself cheering and whole-heartedly loving the experience. A USC game was televised this weekend and although I didn’t watch the whole thing, I can say that I watched pieces and it wasn’t torture at all. I can further say that I cannot wait until my next live football experience. A changed woman? You had better believe it!