In Which I Am Mysterious

Tomorrow, I am packing up my truck and going on a trip.

I'll be driving about 168 miles to get there, and about as many to get back.

On my trip I'll drive through three different states, crossing various state lines a total four times.

I'll have about $10.00 set aside for tolls.

Before I leave, I'll make sure that I have everything that I will need for my trip. My packing list includes, but is not limited to, the following items:

• Winter Jacket
• Gloves
• Hand/Foot Warmers
• Barbecue Grill
• Hamburgers
• Sausages
• Beverages (beer, soda, water)
• Chips
• Dessert

I'm planning on arriving at my destination at 12:00pm, but the actual event that I'm going to be there for doesn't start until 4:15pm. There will be over 60,000 people in attendance.

There will be more men present than women, and most of the men will be drunk before 6:00pm despite the outrageous price of alcohol at this particular venue. Despite the frigid temperatures, there will be a number of young women at this event, scantily clad in attire not fit for the late-November-in-New-England climate. These women will hold the attention of the aforementioned drunk men for a majority of the evening.

Have you guessed where I am going yet?

My destination tomorrow is Gillette Stadium, home of the New England Patriots. I'll be rooting for the Patriots as they play (read: kick the asses of) the Pittsburgh Steelers. I'm going down with my Dad, who has been a season ticket holder for a number of years. Before you get all jealous, take a look at the seating chart:

See that red circle with the star inside of it? Right next to section number 324? Yeah. That's where I'll be sitting. If there was ever a nosebleed section, this is it. Without much exaggeration, the walk up the ramps from the ground level of the stadium to get to these seats is probably about a quarter mile. I'll be bringing my camera along, because no amount of descriptions will ever accurately portray exactly how high up these seats are. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about the seats. I would take any seat to just be there, regardless of where I sat or stood.

Unfortunately, I'll probably be the one driving home, so I won't be drinking too much. It's probably for the best, because it is NOT fun standing in line to take a piss with 600 other guys. We were going to crash at a hotel after the game but decided against it when there was nothing affordable that was close to the stadium. Instead, we'll be loading up on caffeine and sugar for the three-hour drive home. We're leaving around 7:00am, and are estimating that we'll get home around 1:00am or so.

Between the long time spent in the car, the alcohol, the mostly-naked women, the tailgating, the burping and crude jokes, the Porta-Potties, and having our extremities frozen, it will make for one fucking awesome day.

Jealous?

P.S. Go Patriots!