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Friday September 23rd

Wake up at 5:30am PST to catch 8am flight. Get to airport. Check in. Go through security and get my lighter confiscated (my GF lost two). Go to airport bar. Stock up on matches. Order a 32 oz. beer (with a splash of OJ - the poor man's mimosa) at 7:15am. What is it about airports that makes you crave beer no matter what time of day it is? Get on our flight and attempt to snooze in cramped uncomfortable coach seats. GF succeeds. I don't.

Arrive in Dallas for 1 hour layover. No smoking lounge at DFW, so we have to go outside. GF finds lighter in bottom of backpack that security in PHX didn't catch. We feel like rebels. We smoke, manage to sneak the lighter back through security, and hop on our fight to Ft. Lauderdale.

Arrive in Ft. Lauderdale at about 6pm EST. Go get rental car. I'm actually impressed with the economy car we get. Yeah it's a KIA, but it's got a V6 and a CD player. Not bad for $25/day. Hop on the freeway to GF's relatives and I get this weird sense of deja vu. It's almost like I already know my way around from the hours I logged playing GTA Vice City. It's all I can do to keep from running red lights, hopping medians, and running down pedestrians.

Get to GF's aunt & uncle's house. Go out to dinner. Come home. Watch a little TV. Crash out.

Saturday September 24th

Wake up at 7:30am. It's game day! I decide to treat the entire house to a little early morning session of the CU Marching Band CD. GF is not amused. We shower, pack the cooler, and head out for Miami at 9am. After initially missing the exit on the freeway, I turn around and finally get to the vicinity of the Orange Bowl at about 10am. We park in a Cuban family's front lawn for $25 and are surprised to find 3 other Buffs fans hanging out on the porch.

I manage to drink 6 beers before the game, and the GF is hanging right in there at 5. We go to the game, grab a couple more beers, and head to our nosebleed seats. Well, the game itself isn't really worth commenting on, but we did manage to drink several more beers before they stopped serving at halftime. Got our picture taken with Chip. Got sunburned. Left game late in 4th quarter.

In true Vice City style, we hop a fence cutting through someone's backyard to get back to the rental car. Drive about 3 blocks in gridlocked traffic before deciding to pull into a parking lot and take a quick nap. GF decides to drive home 30 min later. I am more than willing to let her. She wakes me up every 10 minutes or so to verify what exits to take.

We get back to her family's house and I immediately pass out for 5 hours. I remember her trying to wake me up for dinner, but I was in no shape to eat. Finally regain consciousness at about 10pm. Come out, grab a glass of water, and watch a little football. An hour later, I go to the bathroom and barf. Feel a little better after that, and eventually go back to bed.

Sunday September 25th

Wake up and immediately apologize to GF's family for missing dinner. They act cool about it, thankfully, but I'm still embarassed. Eat some breakfast but still feeling a little woozy. Play some video games with GF's 11-year-old cousins. Manage to somehow control my language, although I think I might've let a "damnit" slip out.

Leave GF's family at 2pm & head to the beach. We have lunch on a patio overlooking the ocean. Pretty cool. Drive down the beach a little ways, and then head to the airport. Return rental car & catch plane to Dallas.

Another layover in Dallas - this one almost 2 hours. We go out & have a smoke, but there's nowhere to eat outside security, so we go back through. They find the lighter in GF's backpack this time, but not the one in her purse. This girl comes prepared. After testing her bag for explosives, they let us go. We grab a bite to eat and go out for another smoke. This time I convince her to just leave the lighter outside rather than deal with security BS again. She agrees, although I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she wanted to try to sneak it through.

Catch our plane back to PHX. Come home & crash out.

Aside from the actual outcome of the game, and the barfing, it was a pretty cool trip. Canes fan wasn't as bad as I expected. A few people talked a little shit, but nothing out of the ordinary. I wouldn't call them knowledgable by any means, but they weren't as obnoxious as I expected, either.

Hell, I even won my first parlay of the season.

Here are the final stats of the trip:

Airports pooped in by MiketheangrydrunkenCUfan: 3
Total airport poops: 6 (I pooped for the cycle!)
Pairs of shoes brough on a 3-day trip by KimtheangrydrunkenCUfan'sgirlfriend: 4
Pairs actually worn: 3 (allegedly)
Total lighters lost or confiscated by airport security: 5
Beers consumed pregame by MtadCUf: 6
Beers consumed pregame by KtadCUf'sgf: 5
24 oz. Heinekens consumed at the game by MtadCUf: 1
24 oz. Heinekens consumed at the game by KtadCUf'sgf: 1
16 oz. domestic beers consumed at the game by MtadCUf: 3 (I think)
16 oz. domestic beers consumed at the game by KtadCUf'sgf: 2 (I think)
Lbs of pistactios consumed at the game by MtadCUf: 0.5
Lbs of pistactios consumed at the game by KtadCUf'sgf: 0.25
Hot dogs consumed at the game by MtadCUf: 0.25
Hot dogs consumed at the game by KtadCUf'sgf: 0.75
Lbs of teriyaki beef jerky consumed by MtadCUf on ride home from game: 0.25
Lbs of pistacios regurgitated by MtadCUf: 0.5
Hot dogs regurgitated by MtadCUf: 0.25
Lbs of teriyaki beef jerky regurgitated by MtadCUf: 0.25
Total sumburns: 2
Beers consumed since barf session by MtadCUf: 0


Pics are on the way. I just need to resize them and upload them to photobucket.

MiketheangrydrunkenCUfan wrote:Friday September 23rd

Wake up at 5:30am PST to catch 8am flight. Get to airport. Check in. Go through security and get my lighter confiscated (my GF lost two). Go to airport bar. Stock up on matches. Order a 32 oz. beer (with a splash of OJ - the poor man's mimosa) at 7:15am. What is it about airports that makes you crave beer no matter what time of day it is? Get on our flight and attempt to snooze in cramped uncomfortable coach seats. GF succeeds. I don't.

Arrive in Dallas for 1 hour layover. No smoking lounge at DFW, so we have to go outside. GF finds lighter in bottom of backpack that security in PHX didn't catch. We feel like rebels. We smoke, manage to sneak the lighter back through security, and hop on our fight to Ft. Lauderdale.

Arrive in Ft. Lauderdale at about 6pm EST. Go get rental car. I'm actually impressed with the economy car we get. Yeah it's a KIA, but it's got a V6 and a CD player. Not bad for $25/day. Hop on the freeway to GF's relatives and I get this weird sense of deja vu. It's almost like I already know my way around from the hours I logged playing GTA Vice City. It's all I can do to keep from running red lights, hopping medians, and running down pedestrians.

Get to GF's aunt & uncle's house. Go out to dinner. Come home. Watch a little TV. Crash out.

Saturday September 24th

Wake up at 7:30am. It's game day! I decide to treat the entire house to a little early morning session of the CU Marching Band CD. GF is not amused. We shower, pack the cooler, and head out for Miami at 9am. After initially missing the exit on the freeway, I turn around and finally get to the vicinity of the Orange Bowl at about 10am. We park in a Cuban family's front lawn for $25 and are surprised to find 3 other Buffs fans hanging out on the porch.

I manage to drink 6 beers before the game, and the GF is hanging right in there at 5. We go to the game, grab a couple more beers, and head to our nosebleed seats. Well, the game itself isn't really worth commenting on, but we did manage to drink several more beers before they stopped serving at halftime. Got our picture taken with Chip. Got sunburned. Left game late in 4th quarter.

In true Vice City style, we hop a fence cutting through someone's backyard to get back to the rental car. Drive about 3 blocks in gridlocked traffic before deciding to pull into a parking lot and take a quick nap. GF decides to drive home 30 min later. I am more than willing to let her. She wakes me up every 10 minutes or so to verify what exits to take.

We get back to her family's house and I immediately pass out for 5 hours. I remember her trying to wake me up for dinner, but I was in no shape to eat. Finally regain consciousness at about 10pm. Come out, grab a glass of water, and watch a little football. An hour later, I go to the bathroom and barf. Feel a little better after that, and eventually go back to bed.

Sunday September 25th

Wake up and immediately apologize to GF's family for missing dinner. They act cool about it, thankfully, but I'm still embarassed. Eat some breakfast but still feeling a little woozy. Play some video games with GF's 11-year-old cousins. Manage to somehow control my language, although I think I might've let a "damnit" slip out.

Leave GF's family at 2pm & head to the beach. We have lunch on a patio overlooking the ocean. Pretty cool. Drive down the beach a little ways, and then head to the airport. Return rental car & catch plane to Dallas.

Another layover in Dallas - this one almost 2 hours. We go out & have a smoke, but there's nowhere to eat outside security, so we go back through. They find the lighter in GF's backpack this time, but not the one in her purse. This girl comes prepared. After testing her bag for explosives, they let us go. We grab a bite to eat and go out for another smoke. This time I convince her to just leave the lighter outside rather than deal with security BS again. She agrees, although I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she wanted to try to sneak it through.

Catch our plane back to PHX. Come home & crash out.

Aside from the actual outcome of the game, and the barfing, it was a pretty cool trip. Canes fan wasn't as bad as I expected. A few people talked a little shit, but nothing out of the ordinary. I wouldn't call them knowledgable by any means, but they weren't as obnoxious as I expected, either.

Hell, I even won my first parlay of the season.

Here are the final stats of the trip:

Airports pooped in by MiketheangrydrunkenCUfan: 3
Total airport poops: 6 (I pooped for the cycle!)
Pairs of shoes brough on a 3-day trip by KimtheangrydrunkenCUfan'sgirlfriend: 4
Pairs actually worn: 3 (allegedly)
Total lighters lost or confiscated by airport security: 5
Beers consumed pregame by MtadCUf: 6
Beers consumed pregame by KtadCUf'sgf: 5
24 oz. Heinekens consumed at the game by MtadCUf: 1
24 oz. Heinekens consumed at the game by KtadCUf'sgf: 1
16 oz. domestic beers consumed at the game by MtadCUf: 3 (I think)
16 oz. domestic beers consumed at the game by KtadCUf'sgf: 2 (I think)
Lbs of pistactios consumed at the game by MtadCUf: 0.5
Lbs of pistactios consumed at the game by KtadCUf'sgf: 0.25
Hot dogs consumed at the game by MtadCUf: 0.25
Hot dogs consumed at the game by KtadCUf'sgf: 0.75
Lbs of teriyaki beef jerky consumed by MtadCUf on ride home from game: 0.25
Lbs of pistacios regurgitated by MtadCUf: 0.5
Hot dogs regurgitated by MtadCUf: 0.25
Lbs of teriyaki beef jerky regurgitated by MtadCUf: 0.25
Total sumburns: 2
Beers consumed since barf session by MtadCUf: 0


Pics are on the way. I just need to resize them and upload them to photobucket.

Haven't decided how the flaming lefties of Boulder would view this type activity in their midst.....

Ah, never mind.

=Ward Churchill

Good read. hanks for sharing.

Memo to MTADCF and lady friend: next time just head for cocanut grove and skip the game, via taxi of course.


Also wondering if you did the ballon thing?

This is why, over the years, I have continually followed the members of this Board around the Internet. Great story, Mikey.

Priceless.

Holy shit, rack that!

I particularly enjoyed the final stats.



Geezus, no wonder you puked. :wink:

That is gold. Gold Jerry.

Great story, and rack your girlfriend for being cool enough to make a CFB roadie with you. Just one question: why on earth do you and she smoke?

Well, the pics might be a little longer in coming than I thought. I tried to open up Photoshop earlier and it gave me some eror message. Word, Explorer, & Yahoo IM are on the fritz too. I think my CPU is crapping out on me. If I suddenly just stop posting, somebody start up a "new CPU for M-Dub" fund ASAP.

Terry in Crapchester wrote:Just one question: why on earth do you and she smoke?

Partly because it makes us look cool, but mostly because it's a lot easier than quitting. Lance can vouch for what a wreck I was after going 4 days without. That whole rap about the first three days being the hardest? Total bullshit. Each day gets progressively worse.

MiketheangrydrunkenCUfan wrote:

Terry in Crapchester wrote:Just one question: why on earth do you and she smoke?

Partly because it makes us look cool, but mostly because it's a lot easier than quitting. Lance can vouch for what a wreck I was after going 4 days without. That whole rap about the first three days being the hardest? Total bullshit. Each day gets progressively worse.

Seeing that I never started, I wouldn't know about that. Of course, watching your dad have a near-fatal heart attack when he's only 34, then being told that it was because of smoking, has a tendency to make you not want to start.

And I guess I lucked out on the peer pressure thing too. At my high school, at least for the guys, there was actually more peer pressure to smoke pot than there was to smoke cigarettes. Until I was older, I thought that's the way it was everyplace else.

Great read, Mike.

MiketheangrydrunkenCUfan wrote:We showered.

Now, please post pics of g/f and then expand on this. Leave anything relating to your junk out of it.

I was the opposite in Vice City... I already knew my way around from all my trips to the Orange Bowl .

My old lady was pissed she didn't get to play navigator for 5782348976 hours before I completed it :twisted:

It's almost like I already know my way around from the hours I logged playing GTA Vice City. It's all I can do to keep from running red lights, hopping medians, and running down pedestrians.

bwaaahaha! Great story!

Bumped in honor of the Orange Bowl's last game.

I guess in a weird sort of way, I'll miss that shithole...

Glad you bumped it, some how I missed it before.

RACK the storty and Miami getting blown out in their last game at the OB. :twisted:

I loved this post before, and I loved reading it again. Rack