Wednesday, September 3, 2008

A bucketful of bliss

Despite a lack of tickets, Chip and I met up with the Wilson family on Saturday to partake in some Mizzou-Illinois tailgating action with our friends the Hehmeyers. I love Rob and Amanda for many reasons, but mostly because when it comes to parties, they, for lack of a better phrase, do it up right.

Exhibit one, the gin bucket of joy pictured above. Prior to Saturday's event, this southern Illinois girl had never laid eyes on a gin bucket. Road sodies and lunch buckets, yes. Gin buckets, no. Why it took me so long to make its acquaintance, I do not know, because that pretty little bucket above was the belle of the ball. Rob periodically let loose with shouts of "Gin bucket! GIN BUCKET!" and the people came a-running. Passersby stopped in their tracks, smiled, took a shot from the turkey baster, said thanks and moved along. It was a beautiful sight. And as someone who has zero desire to ever baste an actual turkey, well, it was the best use of a turkey baster I've seen since my dad used one to change the oil in his truck.

Another tailgating highlight was Amanda's sister's father-in-law, who, when he was not wearing his Hulk-like plastic fist in Mizzou colors, would play the Missouri fight song on his trumpet. While wearing a black and gold hard hat. Yes. You read that right. Live music, every hour on the hour. I cannot shake my band geek past, so I absolutely swooned when I heard someone playing the fight song on a trumpet.

If you love the Tiger faithful as much as I do, click here for a few more pictures from our day. It's going to be a good season.

1 comment:

  1. Sounds like a good time! I'm totally staling the gin bucket idea. My turkey baster will be happy to be dusted off and given a new lease on life.


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