so on sunday, i loaded up buster into the jetta and drove to my sister & brandon’s mansion near the hills.
because it was “championship sunday” brandon & i knew it would be socially acceptable to spend the day with copious amounts of food, beer and laughs. you see, brandon and i watch a lot of football together—not on a weekly basis—but definitely when the game is important enough that the local market adorns its aisles with celebrity-cardboard-cut-outs and cases of “supplies” stacked to the ceiling.
yes, on these hallowed-of-days we hangout for 10-12 hrs just being awesome.
so buster loves going over to the mansion b/c they’ve got this elevated bbq/lounge area in the backyard that looks out to the surrounding mountains and stands almost 6ft above us grounded mortals. give buster 5-10mins and he’ll sneak up there until someone goes out and coaxes him from his lofty heights.
so we watched as the ny jets blew a 1st half-lead to the machine that is peyton manning and that really bummed buster out bc he had $50 bucks riding on the jets-to-win. You can buy a lot of science diet for fifty-bucks.
soon, we hit hour number 10 of being rad and reality set in; brandon remembered that he’s a grown-up attorney who had important things to do the next day in LA and I had to do…well, pretty much more of the same thing i do everyday on campus.
buster remained resolute but would spend the next 36hrs sleeping off the fun.
