KC recap.

I'm a little behind, but I thought I would recap our weekend..er, make that 24 hours, in Kansas City.

We woke up bright and early Saturday morning to start the 5 hour trek to KC. I decided to wear my warm game-day clothes in the car. Not a good idea. Skinny jeans, boots, and a turtle neck ride up in all the wrong places after a few hours.

[Not in Oklahoma anymore]

We finally arrived around 1:30 and hit up the Plaza right away. We met up with our gracious host, Amanda, and her and I did some shopping while Heath drank a few cold ones in a bar down the street.

When it finally came time to head to the stadium, we decided to forgo the GPS directions and proceeded to get very lost in a veerrry sketch part of town. After driving in circles for what seemed like forever, I finally rolled down the window and asked a nice post-woman how to get to Arrow Head stadium. In her best Aunt Jamima voice, she says "Ooooooh, Hooonnney" and it was pretty evident that we were not only no where near our destination, but not exploring the best part of town.

We finally found the stadium around and the rowdy group of tailgaters that we were looking for around 4:00. My dear friend, Megan decided to bail -- thanks a lot, Meg! (She's 20 months preggo, guess that's a good excuse!) So, I was stuck with a group of inebriated boys. It was pretty entertaining. And, I did my best to catch up with them since they seemed to be pretty toasty and warm from all the Crown and beer they'd been consuming since noon.

[This is how your husband greeted us, Meg!]


[Don't judge me. It really does warm you up :) ]


[The boys]


[freezing]


[You know women would have packed plates, but at least the boys knew how to cook. Here's my dinner: beer and a pork chop on a stick]

[note to self: Russian dancing thaws out those frozen toes]


After tailgating for too many hours, we finally made it into the stadium. It was beyond cold. This Okie girl doesn't do well with cold weather. I had toe warmers stuck to the bottoms of my socks and hand warmers inside of my socks and I still couldn't feel my toes. I guess that's what I get for trying to wear my cute boots with thin socks to a football game.

I was fully prepared to stick it out to the end of the game, but when we were blowing Mizzou out of the water by halftime (BOOMER SOONER!), Heath turned to me and said "Uh...we can go back to the Plaza now if you want." No arm twisting there. Cold beer, warm pizza. What more could I ask for?

We met up with some friends later that night, but made it to bed by 1:30.

Sunday, we hit up JackStack for some KC Bar-B-Q. After a little more shopping (am I the only one who buys 3 things for myself for every 1 Christmas present I buy??), we headed back to the homeland. Here are a few pics to describe how we felt after about 4 hours on the road:

Needless to say, driving 10 hours in 24 hours is a bit much. We're still recovering.