Manhappiness

What a fun weekend! I ended up going out to the little apple for the KU – KSU game to see the Jayhawks make some kitty-stew. Ah, sweet revenge! It was very fun. Here are some of the highlights of the weekend:

Saturday morning, Heather and I met up with a group of our friends to caravan out to Manhattan together. She and I did not have tickets to the sold-out game yet, but we decided to make an adventure of it and risk getting tickets at the door. As we were driving through Lawrence, somehow Heather and I got stuck behind what looked like a Civil War cannon. It was pointing right at the car, which was a bit unsettling:



In Topeka, we found ourselves in the Hooter’s parking lot to meet up with a couple of friends. That was interesting. We even got souvenirs (a Hooters balloon and stickers). Then it was on to Manhattan, where we got a not-so-quick lunch before the game. Here are some of the ladies decked out in beautiful crimson and blue:



Once we got to the game, Heather and I set out to find tickets. We learned some new things about the ticket-scalping business. We even had a red-coat-wearing ticket-pimp with a gold tooth that tried to rip us off. I really wanted to take his picture, but decided that wouldn’t be such a good idea. He ended up selling two tickets to a couple of college boys who were whining about how they were there first, even though we were willing to pay slightly more. There were several of them and only two tickets, but we conceded that they get those tickets, anyway (they were there first, after all). Then our pimp (this is how he got his nickname) said that he would “take care of us” and find us some tickets from someone else. Sure. In the end, we moved on to another area, got tickets a few minutes before the game started, and all was well. We both said we felt a little dirty after our ticket-buying experience, but we got over that once we got inside. Here’s our view of the court from our seats:



Here’s our view of the rest of our friends from our seats…they were sitting somewhere over there about 10 rows up:



After the game, we went out for BBQ and then hit Aggieville. As soon as I walked into the door at the first bar in Aggieville, who do I see but the whiny college boys from before the game. The most outspoken one spotted me right away and pointed at me and Heather. From what I recalled, he was one of several in that group who were still looking for tickets after his buddies got some. He asked us very loudly from across the room, “So, did you end up getting tickets?”

I smiled and said, “Oh, hi! Yeah, we got tickets. Did you?” He just glared at me and didn’t say anything, so I took that as a no. I really wanted to take his picture, too, but once again I decided that wouldn’t be such a good idea. Not after he gave me the death-stare, anyways. So, you’ll just have to imagine a slightly drunk and angry undergrad wearing a bright blue t-shirt that said “Rock Chalk Jayhawk.” (Yeah, he was from KU and was the only person in Manhattan that was at all rude to me…go figure).

After that, the evening went smoothly. I got to drink the infamous Tarantula. It was yummy…and quite strong. All in all, I had a great time. I would’ve had a good weekend even if the Jayhawks had lost. But, they didn’t. Woo-hoo!

posted by elizabeth @ 11:20 PM