28 September 2009
Melanie and I bonded over pizza and cougar football. Whitehouse were all at the stadium, but they had a TV that worked, and a big living room where Melanie could pace back and forth and jump up and down while yelling advice at the football players on screen. There was free picnic food across the street, but we wanted pizza-- enough to pull out the yellow pages and find the closest 5 buck pizza. Turns out they don't deliver for orders under $7, so we ordered two pizzas, for the two of us, and paid the extra 2 bucks to sit in front of the TV and have our food brought to us.
I wish I had a picture of the two of us: Indian-style on the couch, each with our own pizza boxes in our laps, stuffing our faces and trying not to spit as we yelled at the TV, "Defense! Defense! Defense!"
We won, by the way. 42-23
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One of my real regrets--the kind that still gets you in the pit of your stomach even 22 years later, is that Br. Ray and I decided that we couldn't afford football tickets the year we were married. What were we thinking? I still have sorrow over that football season... (and we didn't have a tv either, so it really just didn't happen for us.)
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