What a Weekend

This weekend has pretty much felt like a weird vacation. It seems like my year's quota for randomly amazing happenings has been filled in the past few days. Kicking things off was my mother's arrival in Hotlanta. What a treat! We spent all day Thursday shopping, complete with a Flying Biscuit finale. Friday brought more shopping and a brother, who drove in from Auburn to eat dinner with us and one of my roommates. At Hankook Taqueria, nonetheless. On Saturday, we met for breakfast at a tiny diner called the Silver Skillet. It was like stepping through a time warp. After all these Rose Festival shenanigans are over, I aim to return for a piece of coconut pie...Sadly, it was time to say goodbye to the madre afterwards, and as she and Brandon made their way to the airport, I made my way through scrounging up an extra ticket to the student section. It was high time for old Brandon Taylor to experience some football Yellow Jacket style. We stung Maryland, remain undefeated, and Brandon caught the ricochet of a field goal. A success, I'd say. After the game, I had just enough time to quickfire shower and dress for Wicked at the Fox. Goodness gracious, it was just as wonderful as I'd remembered. Seeing it for the second time was no less magical than the first. The voice talent was a little lacking in comparison to the original Broadway soundtrack that I've grown accustomed to, but that's only to be expected. Plus, going to the Fox is almost worth it, in and of itself.

Just when it seems like nothing could happen to make this weekend anymore strange yet wonderful, Sunday rolls around and with it, the first ever Alpha Chi Omega Dodging Domestic Violence Dodgeball Tournament. I was a crucial member of the raddest team on the courts - KAMBD. We tore up the bracket, nabbing two wins and an almost, which is more than many teams that were out there can say. At one point, we lost our A and had to bring in a boot and slimfit clad Brandon to fill out the roster. On our already amusing team, it made for quite a spectacle. But team sports didn't end there, because Sunday is intramural sand volleyball day. We beat the two girls we played against pretty quickly, so the team, with the addition of a slimfit clad Brandon, stayed after to scrimmage.

And then, AND THEN, Brandon and I met up with his roommate and roommate's girlfriend to walk to the Georgia Dome for the Falcons/Packers game. And once we got to the Dome, we marched straight up to the information table and asked where to go pick up our sideline passes. Sideline passes. We were escorted by a lovely man named Alfred through the Dome down to field level, where we swapped escorts and were led through the tunnels to the field. As we walked by the Packers' locker room, we saw two players walking toward us. Guess who? Jordy Nelson and Matt Flynn. Now, Jordy Nelson is a tad more well known than Matt, but that Tyler pride runs deep. Brandon yelled, "Matt Flynn! Matt Flynn! We're from Tyler!" and I threw up finger guns and yelled, "We went to Robert E. Lee! Go Red Raiders!". Then we walked on, grinning from ear to ear because we had discussed what we would say if we saw him all day, never expecting to actually see him. We stood on the sidelines of the endzone for the entire warmup period, extremely close to several ginormous gentlemen. Football players are big, y'all. Brandon caught another field goal. Eventually, the Packers all huddled up and did their final thing, and when that was done, who other than Matt Flynn himself walked over to us and said, "Y'all are the ones from Tyler, right?" We replied, "Yes, yes we are." And then he proceeded to introduce himself to us! "I'm Matt." Handshakes, all around. "When'd you graduate?" Brandon told him '08. "Y'all go to school down here?" "No, we don't, but she goes to Tech." I smiled, he smiled. "Y'all enjoy the game." And that is how I met Matt Flynn.

Most. Surreal. Weekend. Ever.