baseball season that is. i spent the past weekend in oklahoma city watching cute boys in tight pants play ball. i should have been in austin packing and moving, but a girl's got to keep her priorities straight.
the weekend was a nice escape from the reality of moving. i have been trying to move as minimally as possible, but this is actually impossible. there is no such thing as an easy move. you will always underestimate your stuff. alas, for 5 days i returned to my life when i was a 21 year old college student scamming on hot boys who couldn't even drive when i was a 21 year old college student. i had too much fun, i made some inappropriate choices, i laughed until i cried and got a nice tan to boot.
it's hard to narrow down to just one story that is blog appropriate, but this one is so me i had to share. when we were out on thursday night, we were hanging out with texas and baylor players. i live in austin and was raised on the longhorns, but baylor is my true love. that's who i cheer for and that's who i love. unless you don't play with heart, and during the game earlier one of our players wasn't playing with heart and it was bugging me. so after his 37th mistake i yelled at him. as luck would have it, we ended up in the same bar of all the bars in town. cayce introduced me to him and said, "this is Todd Johnson*" (named changed to protect the innocent.) there happens to be another boy on the team with the same first name. it was loud, i was confused and i said, "OhMY GOSH I AM SOOOOOOOO GLAD YOU'RE NOT TODD JOHNSON!!!! I HAAAAAAAAAAATE TODD JOHNSON. HE IS THE WORST!!!!!!!!!!!!" cayce is freaking, but thanks to her quick recovery time she saved my ass. "No, No, NO, you're thinking of Todd Mitchell*" fortunately, i catch on to her recovery and don't argue. yes...todd mitchell is who i hate. open mouth...insert foot.
Budweiser Welcomes Baylor Baseball Fans! well thank you budweiser!
my california boyfriend, Cameron. we also love toby keith's bar and grill
watch for the line drive. this is our favorite signal. (i know it's a sign, but i call them signals)
towards the end of the night. see what i mean by reliving the life of a 21 year old
the sole reason we attend baseball games... can you guess what it is?
old friends at bogarts. we went to church camp in cedar hill!