Last Tuesday night I went to the basketball game in the Dean Dome with Mary, where my very talented Tar Heels beat Clemson for the 54th time. Never has Clemson beaten the Tar Heels at home. AWESOME!
Best parts of the night:
1. Mary and I played MASH since we had Phase 1 tickets and therefore had 1 1/2 hours to kill.
1. Mary and I played MASH since we had Phase 1 tickets and therefore had 1 1/2 hours to kill.
Let's just say Mary ended up marrying Squirttle while I became the lucky wife of Cam Gigandet.
But in all fairness our oldest son did grow up to become a gay stripper. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.
2. Mary decided at one point before the game began to move her arm band up to her bicep and try to pop it off by flexing. Cool! Well apparently the camera men have a bet going to see who can find the dumbest people in the crowd and put their idiocy on the big screen, on display for the whole world to see. In this case, it meant that Mary and I went up on the big screen.
My point: I'm married to one of the most attractive men alive and I'm famous. Clearly. My life is complete.
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