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No,
We Can’t Just Tailgate Tailgating, is like, so much fun. During every saturday home game, me and my girlfriends throw on our sports sweatshirts and head to the parking lot of the stadium for some good times. When we get there, we unload all our food and alcohol (especially the alcohol, lol). Did you like how I emphasized that I drink alcohol in a desperate attempt to get you to think I’m wild and crazy and cool and stuff? I thought you would. After we get our drinks, me and the girls will start talking and then we’ll talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk, it’s so much fun. Trust me it is, you have to be there to really understand. Sometimes, some of the guys will begin talking about some sports crap and then one of the girls will make a “joke” about how guys are way too much into sports and then we all giggle like idiots, because that’s what we are. Whenever the game starts, or whatever the reason is that I’m here (I can’t remember because now I’m, like, totally shitfaced and stuff) we notice that the party scene has really died with the parking lot being empty and all so we figure we’ve had our fun for now and leave. So off we go back to our respective homes for some naps, before tonight when we’ll go out and do the real partying. It’ll be a lot better because we’ll do the same exact thing we did today, except this time in a bar.
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