IT’S ALL GREEK TO ME

It was Parent’s Weekend in Tally.

Daughter #2 joined a sorority this year which meant that Parent’s weekend was full of activities and not just an excuse to get tickets to the football game.

Daughter #1 was also in a sorority while at the same university but I have to say, it’s still all Greek to me. The whole idea of a secret society intrigues, bewilders and frustrates me. I hate secrets. I’m a blabbermouth and expect everyone else to be also. Is that a bad thing?

We attended a banquet on Friday night at a local country club. Required dress was Sunday best. I think I may have stressed out D2 slightly every time I said, “I mow the yard on Sundays, so lately my Sunday best is my very fashionable knit shorts from the clearance rack at Gander Mountain and a tank top. Can I wear that?” Never fear, D1 dropped her Food Nazi title and became my fashion consultant for the gig. Stay tuned for a future post about that adventure.

*What is it about saying you are going to cut back on blogging that you suddenly have tons of ideas for things about which to write?*

We had lunch on Saturday with NoleBoy and his parents. D2 and NoleBoy were celebrating one year together that same day. A better mom would have thought to take some pictures. *sigh* How about a link to last year’s Parent’s Weekend? Daughter #1 was present for the festivities but left shortly afterward to travel to Pensacola to meet friends.

There was a cook-out at the sorority house prior to the game. This was our first opportunity to tour the house. Whoever said “poor struggling college students” wasn’t referring to Greek life. The house was beautiful and meals are prepared by and served to you by house staff. I’m thinking that I might join myself. Is there an age limit on being a sorority girl?

After the cook-0ut MHS and I got to see once again what it feels like to be a college student and walk everywhere. Parking is an issue at every university, I think, and FSU is no exception. We walked 100 miles to Doak stadium and visited friends who were tail-gating. It was about this time that I was really wishing we had some of that Indiana fall weather we had experienced the week before. There’s no fall in Florida. We have two seasons: summer and “not quite” summer. Sometimes I wonder why anyone lives here.

The game. Don’t get me started on the game. OK, I’ll tell you about it but I’m going to skip the part about how we didn’t win. The Seminoles hosted the Georgia Tech Bumblebees Yellow Jackets. If we had to lose, at least we were playing a team whose fans never failed to entertain me. I should explain that even though I’ve been a Seminole Mom for several years now and should know better, I tend to procrastinate like the challenge of waiting until the last minute to buy my game tickets and make my hotel reservations. In the past this modus operandi has worked to our advantage but this year, it resulted in us sitting in the visiting team section and driving 40 miles to Bainbridge, Ga to sleep. MHS was lovin’ me. FO SHO!

So anyway, Georgia Tech would chant, “Let’s go, Jackets” and D2 and I would crack up. EVERY.TIME.THEY.DID.IT. And they did it a lot! You see it sounded to us like, “Let’s go, Jackass!” Even now, it’s still funny. They had another one that sounded like, “Jackass, Go home.” I have no idea what they were actually saying but it was so fun, I would even chant with them. It was the first time we’ve ever been to any sporting event where we weren’t sitting next to some obnoxious drunk. I’m thinking maybe this time, I was the obnoxious one. Just not drunk.

If you’re a long-time reader here, you may remember that “Jackass” is MHS’s other name. You know…… the name I call him when he says things that aren’t exactly P.C., drives too fast, swears in public…..you know, that sort of thing. Yeah, he can be a jackass. In fact, that is his name on the wii wii. I swear. So I’m thinking, this can be my new chant.

If you don’t hear from me, I may have chanted one too many times. Even now………..it still cracks me up. I guess you had to be there.

The game started at 8pm. We weren’t very far into it when they called a storm delay. That means there was lightning in the area. The players leave the field but the fans remain in their seats to get zapped. Once it started to rain a bit, we took cover. What do you do when you’ve got nothing else to do? Well, if you have a serious crackberry addiction………….

MHS kept us in the know with his fancy, dancy weather app on his crackberry. D2 facebooked and tried in vain to reach NoleBoy who was two sections over with his parents but “never has a signal in here.” Me? I tweeted. Well, that and I tried to take pictures of people who obviously didn’t check their look in the mirror before leaving the house. Sadly, they were moving too fast and my photography skills were lacking.

Eventually, the game resumed only to end in disaster after 1 am. Yes, that’s what I said. The game lasted until after 1 am. You can probably guess how happy MHS was with me that I booked a hotel 40 miles away. “Let’s go, Jackass!” Hahahaha. Yep, it still cracks me up.

The weekend officially concluded with a brunch at the sorority house. Again, I’m thinking I really need to look into joining. I could really get used to Greek life. I bet they will love my new chant. Alright, I’ll shut up now.

Hugs,

Smart Mouth Broad