So, it’s tax season again. Did you all figure that out yet?
Ok, I wanted to catch you up on my twitter fun, because after the last post, it got even better, but I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself, so hang with me a bit, k?
I had won. I won the chance to hang out with an NFL team owner, MY NFL team owner, in his suite pregame. I get a call from “his people” (her name is Abby, and she’s amazing) by a little after 9:00. I’ve called my mom. My dad. My brothers. My heart is pounding out of my chest. My husband is texting coworkers, who had been laughing at him all week for his ongoing harassment of me.
To Kate’s utter disappointment in me, I went to WalMart in my pajamas because I HAD to replace my camera. I was not getting to Lucas Oil Stadium with no camera, not with all this. Off I went, bought the camera, bought a memory card. Brought it home, charged it up. Tried to sleep.
Sunday was a flurry of activity – I installed a new router for my mom, in exchange, she came & hung out with our kids. We hustled our way through getting ready. I put on make up. (Kind of a big deal. I don’t do that very often.)
Then, we headed north.
Indy is about an hour from us, with Martinsville being about halfway between. We got to Martinsville to find every.stinking.stoplight out. It was awful. I was freaking out. I had to get to will call, get our tickets, and be in the suite by 2:45. It was 1:30, and we weren’t sure where we were going to park. It was going to be close. Finally, at the last stoplight, a police officer decided that the traffic backed up for a half a mile down the highway was not so good, so he decided to actually direct it. That was nice of him.
We hit the south side of Lucas Oil right at 2, and decided that the parking lot RIGHT THERE looked good. Will Call opened at 2:15, and we were on hand to get our tickets. Off we went through security, and into the building.
More to come! (Trying to do it in pieces so it’s not so long!)