My own personal Cleveland Steamer

Well, it's official! I know myself well enough to know that I would forget about blogging every day, however, better late than never. (This has become my mantra considering that my punctual self was left back in October 2005)

October 4,2009 a day that will forever stick in my head as the day that I not only went to my first Browns game; but the day that I got an unexpected gift. About two months ago a group of my friends decided that we would tailgate a Browns game, more specifically the Browns/Bengals game. As I have never been to a professional game, I thought it would be a blast. I even bought a Browns tee so that I would look the part!!!
Colin and I have been married for 8 years, most of which I have managed to tolerate him and he has managed not to choke me to death. (Although I am sure that I have deserved it AT LEAST once a week since we met.) The game was on October 4Th, Colin and I mutually decided that the game would be a nice way to celebrate our anniversary.
I was so excited when the day of the game arrived. We dropped our kids off really early at my mother's and headed over to our friends place in order to leave at the very early time p of 8:45 am. I am an early riser as it is; so leaving our place at 7:45 wasn't a big deal.
We had a blast. Although we did get lost once, only because the GPS was in the car but not on or being used, we got to the parking lot with tons of time for grilling. We ate some awesome food and sat around, freezing, drinking, and bull shitting until game time. I love doing stuff with our friends sans children, it makes me feel like an adult.
Long story short, the first half of the game sucked and then the Browns decided to make it exciting by actually playing football. I admit, I screamed and shouted and jumped up and down like an idiot, but I had a great time. Of course, the Browns lost, but at least they tried. We had fun anyway.
Now answer me this: why is it that you can get into the team shop after the game; but you cannot get back into the concourse. The staff at the store direct you outside. I really don't get it. I wanted a pink sweatsuit for Chloe; so I went in to look. Our friends went to wait in line at the restrooms and then we were to meet them and walk out to the car. My hubby and I got stuck in the overcrowded and severely overpriced team shop. I had to call our friends and make them come into the store so that we could all leave together. This weird rule is idiotic. I know now not to enter the team shop lest I want to be sent outside by myself.
We walked back to the parking lot where our car was parked. People in general are disgusting and rude. The parking lot was coated in leftover tailgating trash, food, and various other messes that should have been cleaned up. Overhead the seagulls were circling and swooping in for their tasty treats. Some one made the comment, "hopefully we don't get pooped on." And at that moment I received my very special gift.
I got my own personal "steamer" right there in Cleveland, courtesy of a seagull. I felt something hit me. Immediately, I said "Oh my God, what was that?" I knew full well that I had been shit on, literally, not metaphorically.
I handled it better than I thought I would. Although I can't remember the last time I sat around wondering how I would react should I be crapped on by a bird in front of my husband and 4 of my closest friends. Although my reaction involved begging for a wet nap, I really didn't panic.
Of course the two other guys I was with had a ton of comments. My hubby knew better than to harass me too much.
Overall it was a great day; filled with laughs, cheering, good times, and of course, a small pile of shit in my hair.