Since starting this blog, I have noticed that my life is a series of weekends. The actual weeks don’t seem to matter. Well, not that they don’t matter, it’s just the same thing on repeat. Go to work, try to go to the gym for lunch, leave work, cook dinner, eat dinner, think about cleaning, ignore cleaning, watch tv, go to bed. And plan what we’re going to do on the weekend.

So back to the past weekend. Saturday we cleaned the garage. Like, cleaned it. Swept away the cobwebs and spider balls, loaded up the car with junk to take to the dump, organized our garage sale stuff. It’s so refreshing out there now. That night Keith wanted to see A Country Christmas at Opryland Hotel and since that place is amazing, we made the trek. Too bad I trusted Keith to have paid attention to when they were actually starting their Christmas decorations. Because it wasn’t last Saturday.

Sunday I attended my first professional football game. I love going to games, which is something I never thought would happen. Keith is a huge Bills fan and I like the Titans, so it was a natural game for us to go to. As a super-bonus, a salesman I worked with gave me his AWESOME tickets as a thank you for a sale I helped him with. The reward highly outweighed the work I did, but I wasn’t going to argue. So Sunday we got up early, had a couple of beers and headed to the stadium.

that's the Pedestrian Bridge we thought we were walking on

The game was great (especially since my team won) (oh and the head coach of the Bills was fired 2 days later) (oh and Bud Adams was fined $250,000 for being a crazy old bird-flippin coot). We found ourselves strangely obsessed with the cheerleaders. We picked out favorites and laughed at the ones that couldn’t dance. Professional cheerleaders are a bizarre.

note: awesome seats

note: beer crotch

Stay tuned for next weekend where I will detail Keith’s birthday party. It’s looking good…