Last weekend was Sister Weekend! Well, actually more like Sister 26 Hours, but we will take what we can get. My sis and I met in Lincoln for our annual Husker football/volleyball games and much sisterhoodness ensued.
Yes, I made that word up.
We like to stay at a hotel downtown that, frankly, isn't all that swanky. However, getting a hotel in downtown Lincoln on football weekends is 1) almost impossible and 2) incredibly pricey. All of the hotels jack up the prices to ridiculous levels and I simply do not have the funds to jump on that bandwagon. Still, by staying at the slightly less-exotic hotel option that is a mile from the stadium, we pay only semi-ridiculous prices and still avoid driving through football traffic. Plus, we have the opportunity to burn off a few calories by hoofing it to the stadium, thus justifying the adult beverages that we may or may not consume before the game. And after the game. But not during the game, because that little party trick is restricted to the guy sitting in front of us doing jello shots.
Huh. I don't think there's a point to any of that. But now you have valuable hotel information if you ever happen to be in Lincoln in the fall.
Anyway, let's get to the part where I get my bell rung.
The Nebraska defense - aka The Blackshirts - are the pride of all Nebraska. Actually, the band is always introduced as the pride of all Nebraska so maybe the Blackshirts are something else. And the first three games of the season haven't been all that impressive, defensively, so they're definitely something else...
Rats. Did it again. I have massive focus issues today, yes?
Blackshirts. Defense. That train of thought is leading to 'throwing the bones', a lovely tradition where an excited fan crosses his forearms into the skull and crossbones formation. This is typically a solo event, but on occasion and when alcohol is involved, a fan may throw a forearm in the air expecting another individual to slam his forearm into the air, thus 'throwing the bones' together. When in the confines of Memorial Stadium, where fans are packed in like sardines, this is not a good idea. When you've been doing jello shots, this is definitely not a good idea.
See where this is heading? The guy sitting in the row below me enthusiastically rammed his forearm into the air, expecting to throw the bones with the guy who sits next to me. As a side benefit, his fist connected with my ear. I saw something coming toward me, so I ducked. On the bright side, he didn't hit me in the face! On the not-so-bright-side, he bent my earring post in half and it HURT.
And then a little later, the guy sitting next to me threw his pop bottle to the ground in disgust and I ended up with a sticky ankle. It really wasn't my day.
Despite my aching ear and sticky ankle, the Huskers won the football game. We also had tickets to the volleyball game that night, which is a much more sedate crowd, and we scarfed down ice cream while watching the Huskers take a victory over Iowa State in straight sets. Go Big Red!
We gossipped and we ate food that was very bad for us and we shopped. We walked a minimum of five miles in downtown Lincoln. We bought cute Husker stocking hats that we didn't need. We texted our dad with important game updates like, "Update #1: The game hasn't started yet." and "This game is ugly." My sister gave me Advil so I would stop complaining about my ear. We enjoyed 26 hours without kids or husbands. And now we have to wait a whole year to do it again.
I don't like that part of Sister Weekend.