Awww..you do like me. Golly, gee whiz.
Wench, I got my wish alright, but unfortunately Monica and I were too dang exhausted to make the walk to Toomer's for celebration. After tailgating in the heat, starting at 10 am, and then that wild game, my 37 year old gimpy ass was whooped. Monica was tired also. We both knew we were out of shape, but damn! Monica suggested we bring bikes next time, and though I laughed at that comment, the soreness the next day made me seriously consider it.