Summer slide
We're about to bust from delight. Good energetic day for my mom, and a bonus early evening outdoor climbing session with our son, down at the UW climbing rock. Lots of quiet young climber dudes, who seemed to know one another, clambered about and traded stories. Then a bunch of fat-assed fellers appeared, farting around with golf clubs and plastic golf balls. Another of their buddies showed up in a gigantic Cadillac Escalade SUV, blasting Country-Western crap music. They moved a bunch of garbage and recycling containers and put up a huge open tent for a tailgate set up for...Saturday. It's Thursday. Goddam, ya gotta get you a good parkin' spot early. Waal, these good ole Huskie fans, guzzling can after can of Bud Light, were jes' whoopin' it up well in advance of Saturday's game. We over at the Rock had a good chuckle. Bunch of eastside wannabe-rednecks. At one point, they looked as if they were going to tear a tree branch off a large beautiful pine tree because it was in the way of their tent. I'm surprised they didn't whip out a chainsaw from the SUV.
The Huskie marching band could be heard rehearsing over in the stadium. That was far more preferable to the crap music the tailgate guys were blaring.
We left a bit before sunset, washed in cool air.
The Huskie marching band could be heard rehearsing over in the stadium. That was far more preferable to the crap music the tailgate guys were blaring.
We left a bit before sunset, washed in cool air.
posted by isabelita at 10:16 AM
2 Comments:
A long while back I used to venture up your way to see my team tackle your team, but never really got into the tailgating. For me, I would rather be out on the rock, or even better, the water rather than swillin' brew after brew with a bunch of folk you don't much care about.
They ain't my team, despite our son having graduated from the U Dub. Ix-nay for me on the tailgating as well. That kind of company when you're swillin' an' grillin' is not my idea of a good time.
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