Misery isn't a Pretty Sight
September 30, 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.
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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?
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.
Two tips:
1: Drink booze first
2: Drink expensive, snooty coffee during
3: Drink booze after
That’s three, I guess.
What are you talking about you’re still cute miserable!