It all started when Chris and I went to the Penn State/Temple game on Saturday. It was great getting out, walking around, talking, tailgating, like back pre-baby. Robby was home with grandma. So we got to meet up with some people that Chris works with, and then sit in phenomenal seats...and watch a really painful football game. It turned out alright, but OOOH. That was touch and go ya'll.
It got really exciting towards the end of the game...and not in such a great way. There were a group of people sitting in the box behind us that, shall we say, didn't have good manners. Everytime something good or bad happened, things would come flying out of the box and rain down on everyone below. I should say, the people in the box were Penn State fans, as were all the people getting littered on. As the game wore on, tensions mounted, and words started being exchanged. And there were plenty of young children who should not have been hearing what was being said. The people in the box were intoxicated, and there was one man in particular who just had this entitled smirk that was doing his best to add to the situation. Security, of course, spoke to the people in the seats (who were doing nothing) and not to the people in the box. As Chris said, he wishes he knew what company owned the box so that they could be informed what sort of behavior had been coming from it. Oh well.
Saturday night, some relatives of Chris's came over for dinner. I suppose they are his cousin's wife and daughter, but I'd say the relationship is more like sister-in-law and niece, but you get the point. We frequently meet up with them at Penn State games, but they live in Virginia, so they hadn't gotten to see the house or the kid before.
As much fun as all of it was...I am thrilled to say that there isn't much planned for next weekend. There may be by the time it rolls around, though. So, better take a cue from Robby and catch up on my sleep.