Misery isn’t a Pretty Sight

Blogged under dating, sports on Sunday 30 September 2007 at 8:06 am

My dad once accused me of being a fair-weathered Ute fan. I denied it, but he’s absolutely right. After attending yesterday’s game in the snow I came home and vowed never again. From now on, I’ll be watching from the comfort of my home, or a well-stocked bar.

It was fun-ish, but I discovered I’m not pretty when I’m miserable and I don’t like that one bit. Thanks to the boy who put up with my whining and let us sneak out early as hypothermia prevention. I promise I’m not mad you tried to kill me, but you still owe me a dry adventure.

4 Comments »

  1. Comment by wussy home fan — September 30, 2007 @ 8:24 am

    I was cold just watching it on TV. You look cute miserable if I was your date I would have melted with that look of sadness and given you anything you wanted. Did you sneak in somethign to keep you warm?

  2. Comment by Midge — September 30, 2007 @ 10:04 am

    I’d still do you. Although I guess we are rivals now since I’m becoming more of a BYU fan, granted I did go there and all.

  3. Comment by Pete Dunn — September 30, 2007 @ 12:16 pm

    Two tips:

    1: Drink booze first
    2: Drink expensive, snooty coffee during
    3: Drink booze after

    That’s three, I guess.

  4. Comment by Anonymous — September 30, 2007 @ 7:18 pm

    What are you talking about you’re still cute miserable!

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