Another weekend in the books. Another struggle to remember what the heck we did… Sigh. I actually took a few notes this week so I would have something to work with, but I don’t remember what I did with them. Another sigh. Friday, I do recall what we did, simply because it was so out of the ordinary. We drove out of our circle (just a little way) and watched our friend Harper competing in a cross country race. It was nothing like I expected, not that I had any idea what to expect in the first place. It was some kind of season finals thing, and it was absolute mayhem. I don’t guess I would put it on a par with Kauffman Stadium or anything, but there were definitely several thousand people there. Pretty sure each of them drove separately too, there was no parking to be found. I felt like I’d been in one of the races by the time we finally walked all the way to the course. It was rather exciting though, we had fun. Luckily Harper is only nine years old, so her race was early which let us beat the main traffic leaving. Sadly, she informed us that cross country is no fun and this would be the end of her illustrious career. (I’m right there with her on that; Running is a horrible sport.) After that we met up with her and her folks at a nearby restaurant for some awesome pizza.
Saturday was partially consumed with the excitement of the #10 ranked Oregon Ducks game, against #9 UCLA. We’ve become low-level Oregon fans since moving here, and this was a big game for them. Our friends had tickets to the game, and had a big party bus lined up to take everybody. Unfortunately they didn’t invite us, so this information has no bearing on my weekend whatsoever, but it sure did sound fun. While they were whooping it up with 50,000 fans, we were doing our best to share the fun from the comfort of our couch. Much safer. Oregon won the game quite decisively, so a good time was had by all.
Sunday we traveled down the hill to a friend’s house for a big brunch and football. Haven’t done that in a while, it was a great time. Great food too, although maybe too much of it. We had scrambled eggs, corned beef hash, and biscuits and gravy. That’s a heavy start to the day right there. I was barely able to keep my eyes open during the early games, but then I managed to rally a bit for the Chiefs game. It wasn’t easy to stay subdued while sitting with a bunch of San Francisco fans, but I thought we did a pretty fair job of it. It was a pretty good whipping, no need to rub it in. Besides that, I didn’t want anybody throwing leftover biscuits at me.
