New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Sunday, February 08, 2004

Gilly and I went to the SHU vs. Rutgers which as anyone who lives in NJ would know is a rivalry of epic proportions. The Meadowlands was jammed packed to the roof. And all I can think is, "Where are all these people during the regular season?" But then again most of them were Rutgers fans.

Lots and lots of drunk people standing in the parking lot which I will never understand. I was forced to "tailgate" at a Metallica/Linkin Park/Limp Biscuit, etc. etc. etc. show this summer and to be honest the best thing about it was watching all the mullets and acid wash roll by with their kickers in full effect.

The only other extended period of I spent in said parking was waiting for my car to pick me up during a 'NSYNC show. I was in a very cute a-line skirt/tight t-shirt combo (I was back stage schmoozing for God's sake)...I remember it well, it was the summer that I was sported a three strand of pearls necklace and ten pearl bracelets with all my little t-shirt/a-line skirt combos...And now I must comment on the fact that everytime I think about what I write on this page I think, "It sounds a heck of a lot like the Bridget Jone's Diary" and well...I hated that book! Unfortunately I am well aware of how much better a cute outfit can make a girl feel. For your reference we had to hop the fence to the horse track to finally get our cars because the lot at the Meadowlands was a nightmare what with all the mother daughter duos standing with the doors of their suburbans open with the stereo blaring the POP album while they both did the dance moves from the latest 'NSYNC video. Those kids are going to end up very twisted indeed.

Anyway I digress...so the lot is full of smoking, swearing, boozing co-eds and we gallop past them into the building and to our seats. Unfortunately it seems our section seems to have become the "field trip section" which means every alum who arranges a trip to a game, well they all end up there with all of their friends and or family. Last time it was a gaggle of teenage basketball players who kept saying, "You silly Goose!" UGH UGH UGH today it was a fairly normal if not integrated i.e. mix of SHU and Rutgers people. The organizer looked like a shorter Carson Daly and was actually very
nice.

The place was roaring. The Rutgers fans had come out in full force. I felt like I was in a fight scene in one of the Lord of the Rings movies. It was that loud. And honestly the Rutgers fans were just as pretty as the orcs. :) I am allowed to be snide. If you must know they all snuck out of the game before it was done, based on the correct assumption that they were going to lose. What kind of team spirit is that? It certainly wasn't going to rally the troops or orcs. Whatever.

I felt like I was in bizarro world.

We literally saw HALF our class at the game or at least a significant portion. Even one boy who I knew fairly well and who was the guy who was appalled when he found out that Gil and I had used the "L" word a few months into our relationship. He's also the guy who I went with to the Newark train station to pick a person interviewing for a job in the office where we worked, well we go to the train station and he parks in a no parking space and leaves me in the car. The car was a stick and I couldn't drive stick at the time so I couldn't move it if I wanted PLUS the doors wouldn't lock and we were in freakin' NEWARK. I won't even tell you the stories he told me that day about driving that car while his high school girlfriend how do I put this delicately?...uhm..."serviced him." I was a very engaging girl in college. People told me a lot of things they shouldn't have.

But the weirdest of the weird was... we're standing during the national anthem and I look at this guy two rows in front of us who was sitting between a SHU fan and a Rutgers fan. His allegiance was unclear. He's got one of those indecisive hair cuts i.e. not too long but not short, combed to the side, very British book wormish...and he's wearing an odd kaki pants, checked shirt, denim jacket combo...kind of like a page out of J-Crew, upper crustish...I don't know how to dress like a person of my own age look...but what got me was the way the was holding his hands behind his back. First of all you should really cover your heart with your right hand during the anthem but he's got his hands behinds his back and he's got his pinkies hooked together. Hmmmmm, which is a bit fey...as in "Having or displaying an otherworldly, magical, or fairylike aspect or quality" Fairylike as in not involving much testosterone.

So I am staring at the back of his head and I think..."That head looks familar!" Then I get a look at the profile and I think, "I KNOW HIM!" Which shouldn't have been a surprise given all the people that we had spotted. But he was one of our friend's groomsmen. Actually he was a groomsmen with Gilly in that wedding. This guy is amusing in small doses but we got tricked into driving him home from the rehearsal dinner and he would not SHUT up. He was in the backseat spewing all sorts of annoying banter and well if someone is going to spew in our car it's going to be me. Plus at the reception the next day he did a rather frightening dance routine to "Love Shack" and "Dancing Queen." I've danced with a lot of gay men in my time and none of them have swiveled their hips like that or waved their hands in such a flamboyant manner above their heads. Not that I am implying that he's gay. All that I can confirm is that he's geeky. So I shared with Gil my suspicion and he gets all covert and tries to remain unoticed. He was successful might I add.

Then when it couldn't get funnier when they do the standard SHU basketball question for a prize, well they pick someone that we know all the way on the other side of the arena. We pretty much decided at that point not to leave our seats for fear of falling into a awkward stop and chat. Plus I wasn't feeling so grand what with the spot on my chin directly under my bottom lip which looks like piercing which I would never get. I wasn't feeling too hot too trot.

It was a great game but it was quite the head trip what with all the "past present" events.

Fingers and toes crossed...Fountains of Wayne may win a Grammy or two tomorrow/today/tonight. YIPPEE!

posted by JustKeepMum on 12:36 AM