The tailgating and friendships keep us coming back to Oregon State football.

Each time I think our team is mounting a comeback...they play worse than Hedrick's 7th grade JV team (my junior high, people).  This past Saturday was no exception.  I hoped our team would show up just a little.  They didn't.  Instead, they mounted a giant GOOSE EGG in the score.  On our end.  Just like a wallowing team should.

But enough of that bull..., let's focus on that one victory we mounted against USC.  Sorry Trojan fans, it was all Orange and Black in Corvallis that weekend.  With great weather.  So thankfully that shitty weather passed and we had clear skies for game day.

And this post is a doozy, because visits back to Beaver Nation warrant such picture-age.  That and I like to show off that at least the tailgating is good times.

So let's get started....

The night prior mounted the creation of jello shots.  But, like any mad scientists...there had to be quality control in the substance.  And I've documented before the skills of Dr. Stacey Kervorkian's process.  So this is just additional boasting on her part.  If you have to tailgate, she is for hire.  I'm her publicist.  You can reach me via this blog.

And fast forward less than 24 hours later, and with 8 of those being in the fridge setting so the jello shots are amply ready and delicious...we make our way to the tailgating spot.  Complete with 3 fresh Honey Buckets, 5 minute walk to the Bookstore for more Beaver Gear, and more hot dogs than Costco can sell on a Sunday.  Okay, maybe not the hot dog count part.  Because they do some hefty business.

I give thumbs up for the jello shots.  Baby Sister gives face.

And every blogger needs a picture with wild, tousled 1980's music video hair.  All I'm missing is the White Snake soundtrack, pleather pants, and a muscle car to hump.  And the long-time friend of Dr. Stacey Kervorkian doesn't hurt either.

This here is what the tailgate looks pre-party.  We've upgraded to the double cover.  We now have a giant space heater that'll melt your boots if you're too close.  Or Mr. Wookie's hand hair (he didn't believe it got that hot.  And yes, this is the same man the government trusts with pricey aircraft.).

Several microbrews keep the over-100 jello shots stable.  I think the final tally was 112.  But I could be wrong.  All I do know is there was ample quality control that morning before we got to to the tailgating location...so that may have effected the total count.

Man Date

These boys haven't seen each other since here.  So of course this weekend called for staying up until 4am, not eating meals with the girls because they were gaming, and showering together reliving dorm life by slinging insults at each other from across the desk.

The Sheriff here is working on logistics for hot dogs.  Who wants one?  Who wants two?  Who's hungry yet? Who's not able to call the ball....

Of course the Sheriff had to take out of his busy schedule for a business call.

But then nature called...and we wanted to use porcelain.  And the building behind the Sheriff's call just so happened to be "open."

And like any good rule followers, we made sure we had a student escort.  Who cares that it was a Master's student.  And that's she studying in a different department.  In a different building.  Across campus.  And that it doesn't involved forestry, but nutritional components (if you ever want to hear snorts of excitement, just talk proteins and nutrients...she'll die).

The 3 best friends that anyone could have.  The lady Wolf Pack.

And it's time to clear up shop as it's close to game time and we need to start walking the 5 minutes from our spot to the stadium.

And for the record:  All jello shots were consumed.

Two stories here:  Baby Sister has this "thing" where she'll "Beaver teeth" in her photos because it's funny.  So please laugh at her here.  She's also jazzed because Mr. Wookie will be giving a lesson.  Shotgunning A Beer 101.

Professor Wookie ready for lecture.

And for the record, we only had the can Coors Light for this introductory lesson.  Otherwise it's high-class microbrews for this fanship.  We don't bite the Silver Bullet.

In the words of Borat, "Thumbs up, very nice!"

Final jello shots for the Sheriff.

And now the Sheriff's trying to look maniacal, like the missing love child between the Incredible Hulk and a 1920's British sailor.

So we start walking...and taking super-high quality photos...

Because after many rounds of jello shots and microbrews, I'm Annie Liebowitz.  Minus I'm not really a lesbian, and I would have not photo'd Miley Cyrus.  I would have paid for voice lessons instead.  And a better weave.  She's like a mini Kim Zolciak!

Even blurry, he's really cute.  And funny story: The night before, while meeting up for dinner, we had to take 2 cars to get to our destination (and Mr. Wookie went in the "boys' car."  I didn't know they were directly behind us when parking.  So I get out of the "girls' car," look back, and see this cute guy getting out of a different car.  Oh, he's cute.  Yes.  It was Mr. Wookie.  I realized this a micro-second later.  And no, I hadn't had a beverage yet.  I'm just that blonde.)

And the obligatory "thumbs down" to anything USC-related.

And I got chapstick'd again.  Because, again, my lips hurt real bad.

Lackluster band.

"Big budget" fireworks for victory.

So after the game, we go out to dinner at one of the many fine dining establishments that serve local microbrews.  And then we see the World's Tallest Man.  Okay, but not really.  But my neck hurt just from staring.  So thankfully we captured the incognito photo while his back was turned.  That's over 7' of former-Oregon State basketball player.  Now the Sheriff knows how it feels to be small.

And what would any ride home be without backseat pictures!

With Mama Ging in on the action!

And the Sheriff trying to join the fun!

Then Monday morning came and we had to say goodbye to the wonderfully weathered Pacific Northwest.  Why can't E-2 Hawkeyes be out of Washington State?  We'd really appreciate that, Navy.  We miss all this.

But stay tuned for the cherry-on-top photographic evidence of the Power Rangers' effects on our adulthood.  You won't be disappointed.  At least, I don't think you will.  Standby for further humoring via alcohol.