Grovin'

As many of you know, a large contingent of Longhorns (including yours truly) made the trip to Oxford, MS this past weekend for some SEC football, good food, southern hospitality, and a general good time.

The trip lived up to its billing. With the exception of what in my estimation was the worst game-deciding call in a football game since the 2003 Fiesta Bowl (Ohio State-Miami), the weekend rocked.

My friend Gris wrote a most excellent piece on the experience, which I echo, so you all should read it!

Girls in Pearls: My Dreams of the SEC

Well, faithful readers, it's almost here. In 12 hours and 8 minutes, Chris will depart for Oxford, MS, for a weekend that has been built up for me for nearly a year.

Yep, you guessed it, Chris is going to the Grove at Ole Miss to drink bourbon, eat cheese grits, drink more bourbon, and holler at women.

In what promises to be one of the more enjoyable weekends of my life, 13 fellow classmates (actually, they're friends) and I are attending a weekend of football, parties, and general elegance in the heart of the southeastern conference. The message has been delivered: Texas is coming down for the game, and people seem excited to host. To say that I am excited would be an understatement.

Never one to look out of place, I wound up having to purchase attire for this weekend (don't worry people, you'll find pics posted on my facebook account shortly after I get back). Items bought specifically for this weekend include: navy blue polo shirt, white polo shirt, khakis, steve maddens, top siders. Yes, I bought a fucking pair of top siders -- I can't believe it either. Of course, I will sport the wristbands (I am bring red, white, blue, and black bands) so as to avoid any misguided Carlton references (for the record, I am 5'8" which is a full 2 inches taller than him, in better shape, and obviously more charismatic). To complete the look, I borrowed the official ROCC (read: River Oaks Country Club) belt from my privileged friend B-lo.

Obviously, I can't wait to see the girls, but I also want to see Gris break out the old UVA fratboy looks. Methinks he'll find himself in his natural habitat. Haha.

The only downside here are those pesky little midterms that loom around the corner (translation, next week). Those should go ok, provided I get some studying done over the next two days.

I do apologize in advance for any drunk dials any of you may receive. Of course, if I'm drunk dialing then that means I'm not doing my job on these SEC women. So we'll see.

Texas by 35 over Iowa State in the Chizik Bowl. Missouri over Oklahoma.

Stay up y'all.

You Had Me At KFC

I wanna meet this chick. Hilarious.

Bisquick: Encouraging Bad Sex Since 1931

Why am I writing this at 4:00am on a week (school)night? I blame an influential undergraduate mentee, his hot (Syrian??) friend, a couple 2Ls, Soulja Boy, and a little establishment named Spill.

Yep, you'd think I didn't when I did. Chris hit up Spill on a random Wednesday night. As usual, it wasn't planned (why are my best times not planned?), but rather it just happened out of chance. I planned to go to bed around 9:30 last night, but after a short phone call inviting me to Cain & Abels (yes, I went there last night) and my natural inclination to hit up Spill, I found myself racing home to change (which I did in 1 minute flat), and speeding out to 6th and Brazos for some cheap drinks, good music, and feet shuffling.

And here's the kicker: I didn't have a wristband. Of course, it wasn't crowded, so there was minimal sweating. I was accompanied by an FAP mentee and two friends of his (both girls, both attractive mind you).

At some point, Tiger2L shows up with law school entourage in tow. Tiger2L is exctied to "crank dat" at the drop of a hat. Chris is excited too (Chris "cranked dat" at C&A earlier in the evening). Hot Syrian wants to learn how to crank it. I oblige. May include her in the official video filming next week.

A quick note on half Syrian, half white chicks: these girls can dance. Seriously. She was incredible. She's getting a call-back.

A heart healthy What-a-burger meal capped off the evening, but my enjoyment of the meal was somewhat diminished by 2Ls insistence of describing what can only be known as the "pancake" sex practices of her ex-boyfriend. People, I tried to make her stop talking. Seriously. But, I shouldn't be surprised at 2Ls reluctance to spare me the nasty, Aunt Jemima details. Lawyers like to hear themselves speak. :-)

More to come. Texas beats oklahoma: 2 days.

And yes, her nose is fucking huge. It extends like 2 inches from her face. That ain't natural. Ask Michael Jackson.