Being Mrs. Richmond Generals has been a pretty exciting experience for the most part. I have a great deal of pride in the team assembled by my husband and our awesome coach, RC Lyke. We have boys, I shouldn't really call them boys they are aged 17-20 but saying young men makes me feel old like my bones should rattle when I walk, from all around the country. Great players, lots of talent, a really impressive team. We are in second place in our division heading into the playoffs and teams are afraid to play us because of how hard our boys can hit. We have a lot of depth, not just one good line, but every one of our lines brings something to the table. Listen to me...Anyway, the down side of this endeavor is having to fly solo as often as I do. Brad doesn't believe in doing anything half way and he travels with the team, hoping to maintain the level of class he expects, and I think he really enjoys it to boot. But it leaves me to my own devices all too often.
Enter Ginny in a mauve dress because she knows how I love anything that even remotely resembles pink.
We had tickets to the Tri Bash this weekend. Brad is membership director, he was SUPPOSED to be there, but it was the All Star weekend for the Met League and 7, yes 7, of our players were tapped to play. So I was relegated to singing "Single Bells, single bells, single all the way" yet another weekend for another function. I was graciously invited to join Heather and her beau Joe as their date but I didn't want to get in their way. They're NEW <3, they didn't need me bothering them. I decided to ask someone to join me, Yep, I found myself a date. I have to admit, this dude stuff is new to me. Unsure how to snag a hottie, I did what any socially network savvy dude would do, I asked her on Facebook and she enthusiastically said Yes :) Oh what fun, we will have woot!
We arranged to meet, we originally were going to meet for drinks before hand, but that got all screwed up, more life coming at me fast stuff, so we met at the Bash. Let the fun begin, and did it ever! Ginny and I totally playing up the girl date thing, toss in liberal amounts of good friends, movie quotes, double entendres me rapping, wine and mix well. Voila! One recipe for a really good time :)
I could get used to this dude stuff, I might need to have a date for Superbowl Weekend. Not sure if Brad is going to be gone or not, but there's a good chance I'll be alone again. And this dudette needs to be prepared. Oh Ginny, you are a Giants fan right??
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You're a HOTT date DeeR. J'adore spending time with you and your SUPER legs... I meant LAUGH. Did I say that out loud? I...
Seriously though, Anytime you need a date, give me a call. You KNOW my first name starts with V, right?
(and sadly, Giants fan = no... lived a mile from Gillette Stadium, kids born in Framingham, MA, and was watching the game where Bledsoe got hurt and they brought in this "young player" named Tom Brady...)
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