Friday, September 22, 2006

Jones/McAdoo Memorial Tailgate

Hello my Aggie friends! So Homecoming is growing nearer and nearer... so near in fact, if you don't have a hotel room by now, you may be sleeping in your respective sorority or fraternity houses (if they still exist - HA!).

Several people are heading to the Big LC a few days early to hang out, while most of us will try to arrive Friday in time for our traditional Happy Hour at Si Senor, most likely followed by a trip to Farley's, and eventually The Brew.

As for Saturday's tailgating events, we need to recruit as many people as possible for an outstanding event being organized by our good friends, Sack and Dave Jones, cleverly titled the "Jones/McAdoo Memorial Tailgate." This will obviously be the who's who of Aggie tailgate events, 2006, and is sure to be a ripping good time.

Rest assured there should be plenty of beer consumption, I hope food, midgets in Aggie threads, and a choreographed baton twirling routine dedicated to my favorite people at the football game, The Aggie Alumni Band, and more specifically that crazy little lady who keeps me at the game at least until halftime - their baton twirler. Do you think she wants to go to Happy Hour with us?

So instead of Save the Date magnets for October 21st: Jones/McAdoo Memorial Tailgate, I am blogging about it. Be there or we'll call you a Lobo Lover for the next year. You don't want that, do you??

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Aggies, oh Aggies!

So here's an excerpt from an e-mail Sack sent me today. The song was too good to not post. The "bad grammar" part has to do with this Web site. If you notice what is wrong, you might be considered for our GSP club. If not, it's ok. It's hard to be one of the elite. Anyways, here's the e-mail:

Though I am as avid a NM State fan as anyone, the university has caused me at least as much shame as pride in the past year. Lassos, 12 football losses, bad grammar…when people ask where I went to school, I might just start telling them “Sierra Vista Elementary”. Here are some new lyrics for our fight song…errr…plight song that I just made up (except for the third verse, which Meyers made up part of):

Aggies, oh Aggies
The losses make me cry
Just stab me in the eye

Aggies, oh Aggies
Why watch this game, they barely even try

And before this stupid game
Let’s drink a bunch of booze
And bitch about the Aggies
‘Cuz they always f**king lose

A clap-clap-clap G clap-clap-clap G clap-clap-clap I clap-clap-clap E clap-clap-clap S clap-clap-clap
Aggies, Aggies d’oh Aggies!

And a side note from Sarah: I found that pic of Lasso Lucifer on this Web site. I felt it was appropriate to include with the song.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

NMSU v. UNM or Homecoming?

Hey all. Eve and I have been discussing NMSU Homecoming more frequently lately, as the game is only like four months away. I think we can all agree that tailgating (the main event of said yearly game) has been less than adequate for the past two years. Eve has a theory that this is partially due to the fact that most kids have been up boozing it all night long, building a float, and sleep after the parade, only to re-emerge for the evening's festivities at a local bar, usually the Brew.

ANYWAYS, what has been cool for the past several years, whether it's in Albuquerque (TAFKAS) or Las Cruces, is the NMSU/UNM game. No matter where the game is played, you can be sure there will be a substantial amount of fans from both teams, which equals a full stadium - something that has become quite rare in Aggieland. This year, the game just happens to be in our beloved LC.

Eve and I would like to posit that our circle of wonderful friends attend the NMSU/UNM game as opposed to (or in addition to) Homecoming ths year. I, personally, am all about it since I am usually too pissed off and hungover to go to the parade (which is the only real feature of Homecoming when you're still too young to appreciate the brunches and provost speeches, etc.). I'd love to tailgate like the olden days, where the university police couldn't even drive around in the giant dirt lot because there were so many drunk people, and really couldn't bust anyone for underage drinking because, well, would catching one out of hundreds really do any good?

In addition to tailgating sucking, I think a lot of the people we like to hang out with will be at a certain Zeta sister and Delta Chi's wedding (on my birthday), which is exactly two weeks before Homecoming. Since some of us travel, it is not incredibly convenient or affordable to go to Las Cruces one week and return two later. However, it is convenient for you to attend the NMSU/UNM game on September 9th and then come back a month later for the nuptuals.

So let us know what you think! I know if I (Wheels) had to choose between the two, I'd go for the UNM game. I'd really love to see the Aggie stadium full.

Monday, June 12, 2006

A little late

The next time anyone is in Durango and you find yourself too intoxicated to drive, do not take a cab, call the Durango car service. You too will be able to ride in style. What more could you want in a car service than a vehicle with shag carpeting and the ability to go four wheeling. I really felt like a queen driving around in this vehicle.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

I say let the countdown BEGIN!

Seriously, y'all... it's only like five months away!

Saturday, April 29, 2006

A Weekend in TAFKAS: Part Deux

So I think that Saturday night after the reception in downtown TAFKAS can best be described in a series of pictures, but I don't have Eve's pics (which include an awesomely awesome Maud decked out in suspenders, the three girls doing kissy-face for the camera, and probably some of Jeff making that face he made on his driver's license...), so y'all will just have to deal with what I have. Let's start with the girls because we're adorable...

Too bad Jason can't take a picture where we're all in the center... ;o) Kidding, Jason! Love you!

Next is one of my favorite pictures of Sack and Phildo (or Phil the Rock Man, or that one guy the Canadian police are after for giving them fake doughnuts) lookin' sly, and MAUD!

I'm fairly certain Maud did more mean renditions of the quail T.C.'s call and added in some "wing-like" arm movements. But I was thinking to myself again, "Self, do quail even fly?" I'm not quite sure. I probably don't know because I really don't care. All I know is they smell worse than anything I think my olfactory glands have ever had the displeasure of encountering, and it's really funny when Donica makes them (dead ones, of course) dance at Le Bistro. Sorry, I got a little off subject there... How about another pic?

I had two options on what to write about for Saturday night's blog and they are as follows:

A., #1) Include all of the sordid details such as the 112-minute bet Sack and I had, the ultimatum Maud gave Jason, skirts being lifted, etc.

B., #2) Keep it mysterious, leaving outsiders to wonder and lose sleep because they're so curious about what really went on...

I choose option B. Here's another pic...

I would like to mention that we have officially (maybe) banned the Doubletree from our downtown hotel repertoire because the bulldykes at the front desk hate us and didn't give us a cookie when we checked in. It's all about the cookie. I mean, they may as well have slapped us in the face. Then we get security called on us when we weren't even loud (and by "we" I mean everyone but Maud). It's all good, though. I poured some Miller High Life out of a 40 oz. onto the carpet in front of our room. Take that, Doubletree bulldykes.

Here's another pic of me and some guy that got dropped off by a short bus. He'd been wearing a helmet until moments before this picture was taken and was rambling on and on about the patio at Maloney's being a hockey rink...

I may look calm and collected, but I was sort of scared that he was going to bite me. And he smelled like a crocodile.

Well, perhaps one of these days we can get the rest of the pics up. Next weekend I look forward to entertaining Eve and Allison in the illustrious village known as Ruidoso... you can count on pictures from that. Probably of Allison grabbing our boobs! But she's not gay, though.

Oh, and let us not forget that Eve, Jason, Maud and I saw Freddie Prinze Jr. at Frontier. Well, I don't know if they saw him, but I did. Probably he goes there for the outstanding breakfast burrito and the orange juice, which I am quite certain is a version of ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. And we also got a lesson from Sack about what "dogs in a bathtub" meant. Thanks for being the live version of

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

I ain't blogged here in a GRIP.

Finally I feel as though I have some "Eve and Wheels-worthy" material to blog about, and it's called A Weekend in TAFKAS. If you don't know about TAFKAS, too bad. But here's how it all went down:

Thursday afternoon I arrived in Albuquerque and met Eve at Kelley's for some delicious Weizen beers with oranges. It was quite refreshing and I got to see my friend, Joel, who is also the Captain half of my band, Captain and Tenille. We can do a mean rendition of "The Way You Make Me Feel" by Michael Jackson. Don't be jealous... Anyways, Jenn also met us there and we proceeded to the Isotopes game, where Maudra joined.

So did we watch the game? Hell no. I discussed how disappointed I was that they only play a snippet of a song before certain players played, how the Isotopes were playing the Iowa Cubs (whose games I used to go to every summer when I was a kid and visited my dad in Des Moines), how awesome the nasty pump nacho cheese is, explained to Maud what a grand slam is... you get the idea. We did pay attention to the race between the taco, red chile, and green chile. We rooted for the taco, but of course the green chile won. You can't beat the green chile. EVER.

Friday was the night of Kid Rock. I, however, met Eve's b/f at Horse & Angel and proceeded to eat a quesadilla and drink about four Miller Lites before Evelyn got off work. :o) Kid Rock was almost a non-issue. I say almost because the concert would have been a total loss had it not been for the amazingly dedicated and drunk spectators. Eve, Jenny, and I bought some h-dogs and found a spot on the green, where two cowboys decided to stand in front of us. So I did what anyone would do and threw french fries at them until they moved. There was a native who passed by about six times to fetch beer with a t-shirt on that said "Rehab is for quitters". There was the couple we saw making out outside of the women's restroom, dancing like maniacs to every single song. They also decided it would be a good idea to make out during Kid's version of "Feel Like Makin' Love". I went blind temporarily.

Eve also made a special friend who made vague references to Star Wars and wore overalls with one side undone. I think they'll be friends for life.

After the concert we made our way (10,000 miles away) to Horse & Angel where Eve proceeded to get crunk in 14.8 seconds flat. It was impressive. Kendall wanted to steal a painting of a horse in a "heist" he and Jason had planned out... And of course, Jason had to lick Eve's face.

I drove the drunkies home in Jason's Escalade (secretly I stay sober just so I can drive it... j/k) and then decided I should go back to Rio Rancho to Eve's house so I could sleep undisturbed for longer than I could if I had stayed in the spare at Jason's. Last time I was first awoken by Chris leaving at like 7:30 a.m. to go golfing. Then it was Jason trying to convince me that I needed to go eat with them at Weck's. I SO was not having it and I stayed there while they went and enjoyed some breakfast. Of course they were nice enough to bring me back a giant, dirty burrito...

Anyways, as I'm coming up to the intersection of Unser and Southern, I notice lots of flashing lights. Maybe there was a wreck, I thought to myself. Not so much. More a DUI checkpoint. I wasn't too worried since I hadn't had a real drink since before the concert, but you know how cops just make you nervous (well, they make me nervous)? Long story longer, I got to Eve's house in one piece and went to bed.

Saturday morning I was stirred awake by Evelyn coming home at 8 a.m. Apparently Jason failed to turn of his alarm 47 times and she finally got fed up with it. We went back to sleep for a while and then had to get ready for the wedding.

The wedding was nice and short. Los smelled of alcohol and so did the three women behind us. Me, Evelyn, and Lipe's girlfriend, Heather, were the only ones who weren't knocked up. There were kids all over the place, and I guess the ring bearer had been running around saying, "I'm Rick James!" all morning and told Sack he smelled like a crocodile. After the wedding we had a few hours to kill before the reception, so we thought it would be a good idea to booze it at Billy's. Highlights: Good Miller Lite, bad service, Los and Sack playing quarters, Evelyn forgiving Jason for his bad alarm etiquette.

The reception was pretty laid back. Eve and I thought it would be a good idea to try come sort of blue liquor by Van Gogh... bad idea. It tasted like crap and my drink had stuff floating in it. Never again shall I try a blue drink unless I make it. Winner for most crunk was definitely Heather... guys, never leave your ladyfriends alone with Los, because this is what happens:

Anyways, Maud was kind enough to come pick me, Eve, Jason, and Sack up from the reception and take us downtown. We found Evelyn's toy quail that makes "real quail sounds" and thought it would be a good idea to take it with us. Thank God, because the only way I found Eve, Jason, and Maud in the parking lot after fetching Sack was by listening for the quail call and hearing Eve yell, "Follow the call!" Then Maud started doing a mock quail call, which was eerily close to the toy, who we named T.C.

Before checking in at the Doubletree, we had to buy some booze and get Maud some McDonalds. Luckily there was ample entertainment at both places, including some black guy jammin' out in his car... I couldn't stop staring, but I don't remember why... did he have a grill? There was also the sweet contravan Eve posed with...

Ok, kids, this is entirely too long for our attention spans. I'll finish up later with the grand finale of the Doubletree being banned, knocking on the wrong room doors, big, stupid beers at Maloney's... and I have to decide how badly I want to embarrass myself and others for our lewd behavior at the bar... hahaha.