The Packers Make Me Cry

So.. yesterday Ame, me and Steph went to Thursday at the Square. It actually turned out to be really fun! Great Big C, a Celtic band, was there, and they were awesome. It was the first time I had really drank in a while. And since my tolerence isnt what it used to be, after 5 beers I was pretty buzzed. So, ultimately, the three of us started jigging all over the place, which amused onlookers, of course. It was funny. We roped in a hottie for Steph(and I mean hottt), and she wouldn't talk to him!! Who woulda thunk she would be shy at such an inoppertune time. Anyways, maybe he'll be there again next week and we can go for round 2... ding.
Then, we decided to head out to the bars to meet Rob and his roomies. We were having quite the good ole time dancing and drinking, etc. We were the bar freaks of old that I havent seen come out of us in quiiite a long time. It was nice. Some weird girl named Madeline (dont ask me why I remember her name... but I do) came up to Amy with her not so pretty, not so thin, not so classy best friend and said "hey, can we talk to you a minute about your boyfriend?" O-NO. Never a good start... so this stuuupid girl proceeds to tell Amy how she tried to hit on Rob and he was rude to her and told her to move because he was watching the baseball game. First of all, good job to Rob for being so nice, when its just so easy to be mean. Secondly... why does this girl think it will make Amy mad to know her boyfriend did not respond to her hitting on him?? Helloooo, are we all living in the same world here? Earth to Madeline... I think the mothership has left without you.
Something I must divulge about myself before this next part... when I drink, I can tend to be quite emotional at times. So, I am standing in the bar next to Bobbo, and I look up at the tv... and there is a Green Bay Packers game on. Now, for any normal human, that would be fine... not this freak. When I saw Brett Favre on the screen I started to cry... right in the middle of the freakin bar!! Not sobbing or anything, just teary. So, I proceeded to the bathroom, composed myself, and that was that. Now, for those who dont know.. the Packers are my boyfriends all time favorite football team... he lives for them. But mostly, for Brett Favre. I fear that if he could have a chance with him, he'd leave me all together =P . I guess the depressing, crying onset was due to the fact that I had gotten a letter from him earlier in the day(he is in the middle of boot camp for the Navy, so I dont really ever talk to him) and in his letter he asked me about how the Packers and how they were doing, and all that jazz, so seeing the game on made me really miss him and wish he was home. So, crying story fini.
This weekend I am the proud watcher of one German Sheppard and one Calico kitty. Razor and Charcoal have been abandoned by their parents while they go to North Carolina. So, I am watching them. I went over to let Razor out this morning, and play some catch with him. I miss having a dog... they are so fun, and they love you almost like people do... you can just tell when they look at you. Someday I will get a dog of my own. Ok, sidenote, at the square there was the most beautiful puppy I have ever seen! It was light gray and looked kinda like a lab, but not. And it had light blue eyes!! It was soooooo cute! I want that puppy!!
Ok, I think thats it for now... I gotta go write a letter about football to the man behind the walls out there in Illinois. SHB later... yay, fridays are always tough for me, that will definitely help... Along with laaarge, faaaabulous MUDSLIDES!! mmmmmmmmmm