Dear Texas-OU Weekend:

Know what? I love you. Thanks for proving that just b/c I'm 30 doesn't mean I can't be as seriously f*cked up all day long as I used to be in undergrad. I so love that I drank Captain until the hours of 4-7 pm were erased from my memory and then proceeded to yell at people in the stands and eat 6 chalupas in rapid succession. I love that I had to ask who won the game, and by how much. I love that you continue to prove that I have a massive, horrid problem w/ alcohol that you will nourish and support until the end of my (liver's) days.

You complete me,
b

PS Next year, can you wait to get me obliterated until after I go to the petting zoo and see the piglet races? K, thx, bye.