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moonwiseBefore I regale you with weekend tales, I want you all to know that despite my very best efforts, Sephiroth regularly kicks my ass in Dissidia. He is an aggressive bastard with a lot of cheap moves, especially against Cloud. Fuck you, Sephiroth.
Busy weekend. We had two football games to attend, which was a lot of fun but tiring. Rutgers Homecoming was this weekend, and we went to the carnival at Buccleuch Park to catch the fireworks. Nothing too exciting, mostly for the kids, but we enjoyed the show. Afterwards, we tried a new steakhouse in New Brunswick that was running a "Date Night" promo for two of an appetizer, dinner, dessert, and a bottle of wine for $100. Not bad.
Saturday and Sunday were gorgeous, mid-sixties and sunny, perfect for football. We went a little early to the Rutgers game, intending to kill some time in the "Scarlet Square," only to find that the hospitality tent and festivities have been greatly diminished from a few years ago. Guess the corporate sponsors have been cutting back. We watched the glee club perform and then lazed on a sunny hillside until it was time to go in to our seats.
Once inside, I was thrilled to discover that the "Red and Black" cookie had returned to the snack bar (it's a black-and-white cookie, except the white icing is tinted red.) We walked around the new section of the stadium and had a look at the Revolutionary War re-creationists in their 18th century Converse sneakers and the Rutgers cannon, which they fire after a score. The new construction has forced them to fire out into the parking lots rather than over the field, so the effect is somewhat diminished. Husband was amused to see a sign on the safety railing that read, "CANNON: Warning, be prepared for sudden loud noises" (or something to that effect.)
We relocated our seats for this season from the 35-yard line to the 50-yard line due to a trio of jerks who used to sit in front of us. No alcohol is sold at NCAA events, which is a blessing, but these guys would come in loaded and heap abuse on anyone in the section who didn't behave the way they thought people should be behaving. They'd stand up for every third down, and sometimes for every down, which is fine as long as everyone else is doing it too. But, people weren't, and if husband and I wanted to watch the play we'd have to stand up as well, and that would annoy the people behind us, who would have to stand up, etc. etc. It was a shame, because the people who sat next to us were very nice, but we'd finally had enough. This season, we seem to be in a group of longtime diehards, and we got friendly with them during the game. Because we were n00bs, they were giving us some good-natured hassling, including putting popcorn on my head. That's okay, dude, hope you like that peanut shell you just squished into your folding chair!
Sunday was my first Giants game of the year, and we traded seats with my aunt so she could sit with her friends. The Raiders are terrible, so there wasn't a lot of energy in the stadium - the crowd knew who was going to win and was very relaxed. We sat next to a fellow who remembered my Uncle John and spoke kindly of him. Traffic wasn't bad either, always a nice bonus, and we got in and out without trouble. We got home fairly early, and husband taught me how to make meatballs. Spaghetti and meatballs, a true fall classic!
Busy weekend. We had two football games to attend, which was a lot of fun but tiring. Rutgers Homecoming was this weekend, and we went to the carnival at Buccleuch Park to catch the fireworks. Nothing too exciting, mostly for the kids, but we enjoyed the show. Afterwards, we tried a new steakhouse in New Brunswick that was running a "Date Night" promo for two of an appetizer, dinner, dessert, and a bottle of wine for $100. Not bad.
Saturday and Sunday were gorgeous, mid-sixties and sunny, perfect for football. We went a little early to the Rutgers game, intending to kill some time in the "Scarlet Square," only to find that the hospitality tent and festivities have been greatly diminished from a few years ago. Guess the corporate sponsors have been cutting back. We watched the glee club perform and then lazed on a sunny hillside until it was time to go in to our seats.
Once inside, I was thrilled to discover that the "Red and Black" cookie had returned to the snack bar (it's a black-and-white cookie, except the white icing is tinted red.) We walked around the new section of the stadium and had a look at the Revolutionary War re-creationists in their 18th century Converse sneakers and the Rutgers cannon, which they fire after a score. The new construction has forced them to fire out into the parking lots rather than over the field, so the effect is somewhat diminished. Husband was amused to see a sign on the safety railing that read, "CANNON: Warning, be prepared for sudden loud noises" (or something to that effect.)
We relocated our seats for this season from the 35-yard line to the 50-yard line due to a trio of jerks who used to sit in front of us. No alcohol is sold at NCAA events, which is a blessing, but these guys would come in loaded and heap abuse on anyone in the section who didn't behave the way they thought people should be behaving. They'd stand up for every third down, and sometimes for every down, which is fine as long as everyone else is doing it too. But, people weren't, and if husband and I wanted to watch the play we'd have to stand up as well, and that would annoy the people behind us, who would have to stand up, etc. etc. It was a shame, because the people who sat next to us were very nice, but we'd finally had enough. This season, we seem to be in a group of longtime diehards, and we got friendly with them during the game. Because we were n00bs, they were giving us some good-natured hassling, including putting popcorn on my head. That's okay, dude, hope you like that peanut shell you just squished into your folding chair!
Sunday was my first Giants game of the year, and we traded seats with my aunt so she could sit with her friends. The Raiders are terrible, so there wasn't a lot of energy in the stadium - the crowd knew who was going to win and was very relaxed. We sat next to a fellow who remembered my Uncle John and spoke kindly of him. Traffic wasn't bad either, always a nice bonus, and we got in and out without trouble. We got home fairly early, and husband taught me how to make meatballs. Spaghetti and meatballs, a true fall classic!
