These people don't feel great
And North of Centralia, here is some very welcome blue sky and sunshine
Before we left, we drove through McD's for breakfast, and have since cracked open the Cheat Day eats. I'm already sick of chocolate.
Hey look, there's a Twilight on! That never happens!*
This person feels okay so far but if she catches her family's crud, she will be cheesed. There will be heck to pay. HECK I say
Meanwhile DJ Gary spun us some sick beats° and the travel went smoothly. We arrived at the hotel just after 11:00.
Our suite:
Chilling with my sick babe
Our Cheat Day stash. There's no way we're going to get through all of this today. R is not only sick with a cold, she's also nauseated and living on soda crackers, so she can't help. She's not happy.
Shots from the game:
1) My boy
2) My girl (and her leg)
3) The field
4) The pressure! It's INTENSE
Halftime score: 0-0
It's cold out here. I find I stay warmer when I stand or walk. I never thought I'd be thankful for working in a heatless warehouse in winter, but it has acclimated me nicely.
After a tie and thirty minutes' overtime, we won 2-1! It was beautiful to watch the boys handle the thugs from Federal Way and the massively incompetent and probably corrupt center ref, who I'm almost positive voted for Trump.
Back at the hotel room. Guess what's still on:
5:00 PM: Sadness. It showed up. I'm sneezing and stuffed up and my throat is scratchy. Booooooo!!
6:30: Downstairs in the lobby, waiting for dinner to arrive. Feeling CRAPPY.
Ate this food (I love Cheat Day). Went to bed feeling so gross.
*a lie
°I have no idea if this is a thing people say anymore, since hardly anyone spins anything anymore