Yes I realize it is now Wednesday and I’m four days late on my topic, but until I start getting some comments, I’m just going to roll with it.<\/p>\n
For those of you who actually read this blog and\u00a0don’t know,\u00a0there is something special that happens before every single Iowa football game, whether it be in the beautiful Iowa City area, Tucson, or outside the Orange Bowl; the legendary, the outrageous, the obscene, the\u00a0HI-LARIOUS, Iowa tailgate.<\/p>\n
There’s absolutely nothing better. NOTHING<\/p>\n
Being of the legal age, I myself intake a few adult beverages and enjoy the friends around me (sure, sometimes we “Ice” one or two of them, but hey, when you are told a time to be at a tailgate, be at the tailgate! Just a warning for you youngsters out there). But it isn’t the booze that makes these tailgates unforgettable, it’s the people you spend them with and the ol’ cliche “memories you make with them”.<\/p>\n
Take this weekend for example. I, along with my buddy Bryce, and his friend from back home, woke up at 5:30, got ready for the longggggggggg day, and jumped\u00a0into his Jeep at\u00a0little after\u00a06:30\u00a0to find a spot for the day.<\/p>\n
One mile away, and 20 dollars later the festivities were in full fledged mode.<\/p>\n
I should have known right away that the place we parked (and I will keep that location\u00a0between me and my fellow tailgaters as to not embarrass some people I will soon discuss) was a little, lets say,\u00a0odd.\u00a0 There were some things that happened to my friends and I this weekend that I’ve never seen before.\u00a0 It was as if we parked in “I’ve got an awesome Tailgate story for you” Heaven.<\/p>\n
For starters, when we arrived,\u00a0the tailgate party\u00a0around us pretty much dropped everything but their\u00a0Jell-o shots and classy beer\u00a0to watch us three boys put together a grill. The staring continued until we left.<\/p>\n
Shorty after, I had a lovely and respectable\u00a031 year old woman (from said tailgate),\u00a0with two\u00a0kids (She was an Iowa State fan) think I was 27 years of age, and date-able.\u00a0 When I proceeded to inform her that I was, in fact only 21, she not so secretly discussed with her sister that I was in fact “legal” and that “my age doesn’t really matter in this day and age” (and for those of you wondering, “OMG this woman had two kids at a tailgate at seven in the morning while she was\u00a0drunk and hitting on a 21 year old”, have no fear.\u00a0 Her children, as she quickly informed me,\u00a0were with a grandmother and her ex husband; which was acceptable because, and I quote,\u00a0“momma needed a day off to drink”.) Real winner, I know (again she was an Iowa State fan).<\/p>\n
The fun doesn’t stop there.\u00a0 Bryce’s buddy (I’ll spare him a shout out, because this is kind of embarrassing) was harassed by my “charming, 31 year old, mother of three’s” lovely sister, who tried everything in the book to do the “hippity dippity” with him right there on the grass. I mean this girl\u00a0tried free Jell-o shots, she tried being sexy when she walked, she tried sitting on his lap, hell she looked like she wanted to try licking his face.<\/p>\n
If that was not enough, the two sisters had a chain smoking mother that seemed to be taking pictures of her daughters communicating badly with us “strapping young COLLEGE STUDENTS” (if I end up on the Internet somehow for that, I will find you ma’am).<\/p>\n
With the addition of our friends finally showing up (FINALLY) the ladies got the hint, which we had been trying to convey in numerous ways all morning long… “Ladies, we’re just not that into you”. (Note: Under the gracious God in the sky, at no point did we lead these ladies on in anyway shape imaginable.)<\/strong><\/p>\n Oh but the fun\u00a0doesn’t end there.<\/p>\n A woman across the street had to be carried away on a stretcher (guarded by police officers)\u00a0while screaming what seemed to be the\u00a0chorus to the LMFAO’s “Shots” (you know the song, “SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS……”.\u00a0 The only problem was that\u00a0when she was screaming the words, it sounded more like “COPS, COPS, COPS, COPS, COPS”).<\/p>\n Three men walked out of a Port-a-John (how they fit and used the bathroom at the same time is still beyond me), and my friend Bryce found the girl of his dreams waiting in line for said Port-a-John’s (her name, the Whizzer<\/strong>).<\/p>\n I met the kid at the beginning of all the Iowa Hawkeye Football videos on Youtube.com (yes, the kid with the sunglasses, a backwards cap who always yells “AAAAAAHHHHAAAAAA” while flicking a bedazzled and sparkling shirt.) Funny, that was the very outfit he was wearing at the tailgate.<\/p>\n There was plenty more that happened, that well, I just can’t remember for one reason or another (wink).<\/p>\n So to bring this semi long post to a close,\u00a0Iowa tailgating cannot be beat, kind of like our football team. BOOM!<\/strong><\/p>\n As always, On Iowa, and Go Hawks!<\/p>\n -Jer<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Yes I realize it is now Wednesday and I’m four days late on my topic, but until I start getting some comments, I’m just going to roll with it. For those of you who actually read this blog and\u00a0don’t know,\u00a0there is something special that happens before every single Iowa football game, whether it be in … Continue reading This is how you tailgate!<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-47","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":50,"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47\/revisions\/50"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.admissions.uiowa.edu\/jerry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}