September 3, 2011

The moment my eyes open on a fall Saturday, a few things happen.  First, I shrike "game day!"  Then, I yell "Hook 'em!"  Finally, I put on my Texas football jersey.  Only then can the day proceed with any chance of ending well.  To be certain, the rest of the day is full of superstitious rituals.  With our second year quarterback, the rituals are in the process of being tweaked, but I'm hoping I'm on the right track.  Today's season opener for the Horns was an especially anxious one, especially after last season.  I spent the day counting down the hours and minutes until kick-off, finally deciding to arrive at the stadium a few hours early and soak in the excitement, rather than find something ridiculous to do in the interim.  The game was fantastic and the rush of the football season opening was palpable as the entire stadium went through rounds of Texas Fight, The Eyes of Texas, and our usual chants and noises throughout the game.  It will be nice to wake up on Sunday morning with a win; with last season still fresh in my memory, I'll be sure to savor it. 

September 2, 2011

Although a product of the 80s, I wasn't sure whether 80s night was something I should partake in.  For one, I don't remember much music from the 80s.  Further, the 80s are more often the butt of jokes than the object of admiration.  Against my better judgment, I decided to see what it was all about with some of my favorite ridiculous-event-goers.  I say against my better judgment because it seems I have much too much fun at 80s nights.  I found myself unable to contain my enthusiasm tonight and flitted between awesome dance moves faster than Whitney Houston can change her pitch.  I may need a bit of rest before the next go-round, but 80s nights and I may have some more acquainting to do.

September 1, 2011

My love of birthdays is followed closely by my love of people moving into new homes.  Moves tend to be part of a new chapter, fresh start, and exciting new pieces of furniture or home accents.  Danielle recently moved into a swanky new apartment in downtown Austin and I finally got the opportunity to check it out.  Part of the housewarming process is bringing something "warm," so I settled on a bottle of red and a bottle of white wine.  As ladies are wont to do over a few bottles of wine, we ended up on Danielle's patio, chatting, gossiping, and sipping away.  I can't wait to attend the proper housewarming party once her new furniture arrives.  Many congratulations to Danielle on this exciting new chapter of her life!  I'm so proud of you!