First, an edit to yesterdays. Dick Chang wanted me to add that drunk people in the tent were funny. They liked to hug people a lot! One guy got so excited that he started kicking chairs and fist pumping A LOT. I was actually worried that he’d somehow either break the chair that my bag was on or knock me over. And one guy fell down gymnastic style and almost busted his head on the “heater”. He sat there on his back, legs in the air for a couple of moments trying to process what happened.
Okay, now that’s out of the way.
All week long, Alex had been sleeping in, but for some reason Monday morning, he was up and at it around 7:30. I attribute this to one of two things. 1: He was over spending all this time with me in Dallas. Or 2: He really missed Mrs. Alex.
Either way, it was early in the morning and Alex and Brian were preparing to leave. Realizing I still possessed the valuable Corey Behnke iPad, I decided that I would go back to bed and hitch a ride to the airport later in the day as opposed to getting dropped off about 10 hours before my flight by Brian and Alex.
It’s a little odd saying goodbye. Here are people that I talk with almost daily online, and just spent a week stuck together with, and they were leaving. Should I be sad? Should I walk them out to the car and wave as they drive away and I fade in their rear view mirror? Or should I just say peace out, see you sometime next season and roll over and fall back to sleep?
I’m guessing that most of you figured out the answer to that question, but let’s just say as soon as hugs were given and that door shut, I turned on ESPN Milwaukee and drifted back to sleep.
I woke up about two hours later. What a great feeling. Post Super Bowl glow and the room to myself. Brian and Alex were great to hang with all week, but there’s nothing like having the room to yourself. Texted Corey, who suggested we do lunch. Lazily jumped in the shower, ready to get clean, pack my things up and spend some last moments in Dallas.
I have since learned that Corey doesn’t do lazy time. Got out of the shower to a “be there in five” text message. Turned into chicken without a head mode and quickly tried to dress, put on my “face” and throw all my belongings into my suitcase.
When Corey arrived, I think the room scared him. He also told me I put on way too much perfume. He’s a nice guy. He then may or may not have said that we had to go pick up everyone’s favorite twitter personality from a location that may or may not be related to the justice department and that may or may not have had to do with a fight with a bouncer from the night before.
Amped for an adventure, we threw my bags into the car and took off. Relatively proud of myself, despite my erratic packing, I only left my sunglasses in the hotel.
Corey’s first order of business, coffee. Let me just say this, if you are ever hanging out with Corey in the morning, or by this point, midday, greet him with coffee. Things will go smoother.
He put me in charge of finding him a Starbucks. Yelp didn’t seem to want to be of much assistance to me, although Corey kept blaming it on user error. Took him about 4 miles off the freeway, but eventually I got him some fancy named drink from Starbucks and I got a Diet Coke. The rest of the drive went better.
Eventually we found ourselves across the street from a bail bonds location and added one to our day’s adventure. Headed back toward downtown Dallas for food and to check on some loose ends from the night before.
Ate at a burger joint, where I surprisingly was the only one enjoying a beer. Considering my lack of alcohol intake the day before, that Stella tasted delicious.
But now it was time to part with our friend, who we dropped safely off at his car and we began to make our way to the airport.
About halfway to the airport, it dawned on us that we probably should stop by the player’s hotel just in case they were selling more gear there. I like hanging with Corey because at nearly any point he’ll pull a U-turn and start a new adventure. You only live once.
We arrived back in Dallas at the hotel, which was much nicer hotel than my little Rodeway Inn, to find the booth was closing down. Corey quickly grabbed a couple of t-shirts; it was a “if you can find it in your size, you can buy it” kind of situation.
Now back on our mission of actually leaving Dallas, we made our way back to the car. Corey stopped outside the doors. “Was that Bob Harlan?” I hadn’t noticed, but looked and it sure looked like the back of his head.
Corey: “You want to go in and say hi?”
Me: “I already told Santana Dotson that I celebrate his birthday; I’ll embarrass myself” Not sure why, but the shy Jayme was taking over.
Corey however is NOT shy, got his iPhone ready for the picture and we went back in.
Getting the change to simply shake his hand, and say thank you, thank you for the Super Bowl win, thank you for building this team, for putting all the pieces in place to make this season possible, seeing his appreciation for our thanks = HIGHLIGHT OF THE WEEK.
We were both pretty speechless on the way back to the car. I think it hit me at that moment. It became real. The Packers won the Super Bowl. There were no tears, but we both got a little misty eyed.
We separated for a little bit at the airport, Corey had to return the rental car. I found the first store I could and purchased about $100 in XLV gear. With over two hours till either of our flights would board, we set up camp at Corey’s gate.
Corey got in a discussion with some people who were possibly auditioning for the next Jersey Shore. Hearing the new G is for greatness talk, these Jersey peeps tried to talk Packers history with the ultimate fan; Corey schooled them.
Then Corey went into great detail about all the SI swimsuit issue work he would be doing in the following week and I told him that I kind of hated his life. Now I don’t need to be surrounded by nearly naked ladies, but damn, it would be a pretty sweet life to cover things that you care about and that are fun. Kudos to Corey for doin’ work and thanks for reminding me how simple my little non-profit life is.
Then the time came, Corey looked up and sure enough his plane was boarding. His final words to me, as I headed back to my gate, “Jayme, the Packers won the Super Bowl.” Yes, yes they did.
My flight home was uneventful. I cried as we left Dallas. The man who sat next to me did not come to Dallas for the game, as he clutched an art print clearly purchased at a local museum to his chest the entire flight back. Met a fan on the flight, who had massive troubles getting into Dallas for the game. And apparently there were some problems on the home front as well; as I’m pretty sure he was crashing on a couch after leaving the airport.
Leaving the airport, I felt good. Remembered this time around to grab my coat, pulled out the trusty piece of paper that told me where I parked and hopped on the first shuttle to the lot. I’d be home before midnight NO problem.
Rode that wave of happiness as I got to my car, opened the door and turned it on! YES not frozen! Then I tried to turn on the windshield wipers. No go. There was about a three inch layer of ice covering half of my windshield and entire hood. Blasted the heat, that will help it melt and searched for my ice scrapper. Guess what was in SB’s car and NOT mine?! But I was determined, I just flew to Dallas and back and the Packers just won the Super Bowl. I would get my car out. Found a Sobe Life Water bottle in my car, and put every ounce of my being into beating that ice off my car. About 30 minutes later, success! I was sweating, and the bottle looked like it had been through hell, but my wipers were moving.
Called SB to update him on my status, “I’ll be home soon.” Hung up and tried to put the car in reverse. It did not want to go. Finally forced it, tried to move, no go. Tried to move the car into drive and that was not happening. Tried to turn the wheel, barely moved. What the deuce was going on? Get out and realize that my passenger side tires were frozen to the ground. They were on the ground, but incased in ice. At this point I could only laugh. Seriously! It was also about 11 at night, no one else was around. So I brought that nice little bottle back out and began hitting the ice.
Then, the good old Wisconsin girl in me headed back inside the car and forced those tires to move. A little gas, turn the wheel, a little more gas, more turning of the wheel, and after about 15 minutes, we were free. Once unfrozen, the car felt like going into drive but not any other gear. That was fine with me, figured once the ice melted we’d be better. Then I hit the brakes. They were covered in ice. They stopped the car, but not very quickly and it sounded like hell when they did. Again, the only way to solve this problem? Drive the car, melt the ice. So I gingerly headed down 75 home to Cincinnati. The morale of this story, if you’re going to leave your car for a week in the winter, park inside.
Eventually though I made it home. Too worn out to move, too many thoughts going through my head to sleep. Felt odd to be back in my bed; did the last week actually happen? Was this real life?
It took me a while to return to normal Jayme mode; the Super Bowl wore me out. I also believe I suffered from an acute case of PSBSD. Post Super Bowl Stress Disorder. Few things besides a weekend of sleeping non-stop could life me out of my funk.
But now, I’m back and finally done recapping what was a great week. Thanks again to everyone who helped make this trip possible, who I met along the way and to anyone who’s stuck with me and read all of these.
Jayme Did Dallas.
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