I wasn't born to tailgate.

So, Saturday was UND's homecoming. We went up there because it was MEA weekend, and because it was homecoming. Sonny was all gung ho to go and insisted that we go to "the Al" by 11am to do a little tailgating.

I will note here that if you ask me, 11am is plenty early for tailgating. Although, I can remember back when Sonny was just my friend and he would insist on getting there by 9 in the morning. Seriously, dude.

So, we get there and we wander around trying to find the people that we are looking for and we eventually do. But then Sonny needs to go and find some other people that he is supposed to meet up with. I come with him thinking that he knows where these people are. He does not. We wander aimlessly around the tailgating lot and then come back to where we started. I tell him that she call the guy he is looking for and then try to find him.

So he does and we set out again. This time, we find the friends. I guess they were at our wedding, but I don't honestly remember. Anyway, as we are talking to them, I see one of my sorority sisters and my cousin Chris.

We head back to our spot in time to grab a potato (people eat the strangest things at tailgating...I would assume hot dogs and burgers, but there is all kinds of crazy stuff out there...like the baked potato).

And it's during this walk back to the potato that I realize that I don't really need to tailgate. It's not really something I couldn't live without doing. I mean what is it, really? A bunch of people out drinking in the morning claiming it's because they love some sports team? I don't get it. But that's just me.