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Husker Power

I actually had a great weekend. It started with Indian food and ended with hippie food. In between I underwent a true Nebraska rite of passage: attending a Husker Football game. Husker Nation they call us. It couldn't be more true. I've always said the football coach was the second most powerful man in the state, second only to the Lord himself. My dad took me to the grand event and as I sat in what would be the thirst largest city in the state if it weren't a stadium, I wondered why I'd never done this before. It was fun. 86,000 odd people crammed onto benches watching padded young men jump, run, kick, tackle and punch (there was a bit of that). It's too bad they outlawed big cheerleader throws a few years back because the cheerleaders would have been a lot more entertaining, but the band made up for it. It was odd to think how many of my band-mates from high school had marched many a'time on that field. I didn't even know why each team punts or kicks....I learned. Despite his embarrassment at my ignorance, my dad humored my questions all the way through, probably relieved to finally be adding this bit of knowledge to my brain warehouse. God, I love my dad. He's just a great dad and friend. That's probably the best part of this whole story.

Being the indoors-pansy that I am, I had to sleep after sitting in the sun for a few hours. Yes, I wore a hat (one of 5 women in the whole stadium doing that I think. Skin cancer is certainly worth no hat hair...). Coming off of my horrible mood documented by my last blog entry, the movie my family watched that evening, Mamamia, pissed me off. It was so fairy tale and carefree...people living on an island. I had a bit of "why in the hell am I putting myself through this" break down.

The next day, things were better. I went downtown and studied, hung out with a friend, at some Chili Con Queso. Went home, my dad had made amazing food. Ate it. Sat with my wonderful parents. Went over to a friend's parents' place where they were having a shindig, complete with live James Taylor-esk music and old friends. I was home by midnight and not so angry to get up and drive to Omaha this morning. My chemistry class which usually leaves me smoking from the ears in frustration was mangable.

All this to say, I had a good weekend. The ups and downs sure are coming fast.

posted by Marielly @ 3:01 PM