Superbowl
Well, my team lost. Still, 8 pints later I'm still having a great time with the rest of the diehard fans of the NFL, not sure whether I'm shouting for the "Sealers" or the "Steehawks". The two names are so similar, it all just blurred into a frenzy of See's and Aww's. It was a fantastic night, I met three girls called Amber, Liz and "girl from upstairs", and a guy called Matt, who gave me a beer crate to sit on. You don't appreciate a bit of plastic until you've spent two hours on a beer-soaked concrete floor.
Even though the Steelers won, I had a fantastic night, and the three hours of sleep I'll hopefully get does not phase me because tonight topped off what was one of the best weekends of my life at uni. On the way home I came across 4 Pittsburgh fans, who I got into an argument with regarding the 2nd touchdown (which, by the way, should not have been allowed, and consequently gave the Steelers a much needed boost in morale) but after a walk of about 30 yards I was wishing them the best.
I have a 9'o'clock start tomorrow, and its an important one - you'd have thought the world's biggest sporting event might have been considered.
Good night.
EDIT: Amazingly, this entry was written under the influence of 8 pints of beer, yet still managed to retain its coherence. (Yes, I'm strutting my proverbial stuff).
Even though the Steelers won, I had a fantastic night, and the three hours of sleep I'll hopefully get does not phase me because tonight topped off what was one of the best weekends of my life at uni. On the way home I came across 4 Pittsburgh fans, who I got into an argument with regarding the 2nd touchdown (which, by the way, should not have been allowed, and consequently gave the Steelers a much needed boost in morale) but after a walk of about 30 yards I was wishing them the best.
I have a 9'o'clock start tomorrow, and its an important one - you'd have thought the world's biggest sporting event might have been considered.
Good night.
EDIT: Amazingly, this entry was written under the influence of 8 pints of beer, yet still managed to retain its coherence. (Yes, I'm strutting my proverbial stuff).