Friday night saw me enjoying a barbecue…well…enjoying might not be the best word. My wonderful hostess for this event, as always, had done quite the Holly Homemaker job. Her cooking is excellent yet I was to be most heinously denied…damn diet…one more week.

I met some new people and had some interesting conversations about owning your own business, it never ceases to amaze me how many people are intrigued by the idea. However the real bonus was unexpectedly getting to see Alissa, who was visiting from South Florida with her boyfriend. For those keeping score at home, she’s a friend of the hostess who I find quite amusing so it was a pleasure to see her.

I have no idea what they did or not do later that night as for my own reasons I had made up my mind not to stay later or go out if invited.

Saturday…LSU time…No Huffman party.

With Huffman’s out of the question, I turned to Andy (yes, he of birthday party fame) for a plan to watch the game. So the faux brothers met up and proceeded to make our merry way to the Gainesville landmark known as “The Swamp” which is a dining establishment and bar directly across the street from the stadium.

Surprisingly, the the crowds weren’t the issue. A friend of Andy’s had saved a table on the upper level deck and with a nice breeze, TV, and excellenct server (thanks Katie!) I was under the (mistaken) impression that it would be a nice day.

The individual who had saved a table for us was Kristen…a girl I had gone out on one date with…enough said. She’s a nice girl but not one for me. Kristen was going to the game but her two friends were going to stay and watch the game with us.

Wow…all I can say is wow. All I wanted to do is watch the game and these two girls decided that they wanted to be social. I was getting the entire “we think he’s cute but we’re drunk so we think we are being really slick in talking to him but are coming across like complete jackasses”. Jesus Christ, I know they were drunk but at least wait for half-time or commercials. Quite frankly, it got to the point where I specifically asked them to let me watch the game in peace…and it wasn’t happening. Considering one of the two wouldn’t have a chance in hell if I downed an entire bottle of vodka and the other would have been a mercy job…well you get the point. So at half-time I left and wandered down to my safe haven…the Mellow Mushroom.

Ah…bigger TV’s…not too crowded. There was small, but vocal group of UF fans who were quite amusing vocal in their cheers and comments during the remainder of the game. I believe the best comment, after Chris Hetland, our poor kicker missed his 4th field goal of the year, was, “Let Tebow kick!”

Tim Tebow of course being our wunderkind Freshman.

After the game I waited for Andy to come back to his truck so I could catch a ride back to my loaner car. In the meantime, Kristen gave my number to her friends who had now decided I was “really cute” and proceeded to text me. Yes, I was excited about this, in the annals of Kevin excitement, it ranks right up there the first time I was ever kicked in the groin.

As the day stands, this was by far the worst Gameday of 2006. May god have mercy on the soul of anyone who ruins my Gameday in this manner again for the remainder of the year!