Had my first guys weekend since becoming a dad. Here’s what I learned: I suck at being a party guy. haha. I did have a blast, tho! I was invited to go out of town with 5 friends. They do this every year. They are Dallas Cowboy fans, so they choose a city on the schedule every year, and they go to a game there. It’s actually a pretty fun idea. My buddy ended up calling me and telling me he had an extra flight available, and a hotel room. Free trip? Yes please! Normally, I would not think about going anywhere that entails going to a football game on a Sunday and having to fly back right after the game, because it’s too stressful. I also don’t miss my Chargers play. Luckily, the Chargers did not have a game this weekend. Kinsey and I also had some bad news bears recently, so when I brought up the trip, she said I should go to get my mind off things. A lil reset for the body. Problem is that on these trips, there is not much resting going on. We ended up in Charlotte, and I would say that this was the most fun I could have had in a 24 hour period. You know what? Nothing bad happened. When you get 6 guys together, who don’t go out much anymore, and you put them in a city they don’t know, there has to be some sort of problems, but we escaped all that. Don’t ask me how, we just did. A lil dinner, a lil bar hopping, and then the game. I guess it’s tough to get into too much trouble in just 24 hours. The guys were staying another night, so that may change. We did run into a bit of trouble at the game. I wear a whistle, that Kellie bought me for Christmas, just in case I get in a bind, or uncomfortable. So I wore the whistle to the game. I am not a fan of either team, but I was supporting my friends, and would whistle every time a chant would ensue. People were pounding on seats, screaming, and I would add some whistle to it. A man sitting behind me reached around, grabbed my whistle and said, “We don’t do that here!” Really? You are meaning to tell me that nobody in Charlotte has ever blown a whistle? So I looked at him and said, “maybe its because you don’t know how to do it.” He gave me a confused look and said, “excuse me?” Then I told him, “you just put your lips together, and you blow real slow.” Yup, I busted a Flo-Rida lyric. The ladies behind him loved it and started laughing. He got embarrassed, left, and came back with security… who escorted me out of my seat for blowing my whistle. It’s ok… I was allowed to stay in the stadium, and I went willingly. My first time getting in trouble at a game was because of a whistle. Good times.
The only problem I had during the trip, besides getting kicked was at the airport on the way back. First of all, my taxi driver was a “let’s take it slow, and take the scenic route” kind of guy. That set me back a few, and I started getting scared about missing the flight. Then, when I finally arrived, I was greeted by the longest security line ever. At this point, I was cranky, and feeling sluggish. I ended up being the guy who fell when he was trying to take his shoes off because I tried to lean on air. Embarrassing. Then, I ended up with the TSA agent, who is a stickler with the rules thing. I had just bought some hair product. Yeah, I am a guy, and I buy hair stuff… and its cost more than it should. It was 3.2 ounces… and she threw it away. It’s not even a liquid, its wax. Sucks. I started some sort of rant… I don’t remember what I said, but I caused a scene. Yup, I was that guy. It’s pretty safe to say that rants happen, roughly, every 5 minutes. As I finished my rant and grabbed my bag, I asked her why she didn’t throw my toothpaste too. She had a puzzled look on her face, and said “don’t tell me how to do my job.” I wanted to tell her that she sucks at her job, but that would be too mean and I would regret it later. I just got on the plane. I got my rant in, I didn’t need to get arrested or miss my plane. Good times.