I went to the Cotton Bowl.
It wasn’t IN the Cotton Bowl.
Tell me , if you name a bowl game after the location it is played in and then change its location, shouldn’t the name of the bowl game also change? It’s just not right to play in the Cotton Bowl game at Cowboy’s Stadium.
It’s also just not right that the Aggies lost. (Hello, turnovers. Hello, psych out. Hello, intimidation factor.)
It was an adventure though! It was FMG and my first visit to the Death Star. It is HUUUUUUUUUGE! KJC had been to a few Cowboy’s games and a tour – and I’m so glad! We would have been lost at sea without her.
The tickets this year were legit. I’m talking 4.5 inches wide and about 8 inches tall and thick plastic! You felt like you need a neck lanyard with a pouch to put it in and wear it.
(Oh wait, we saw those for sale. For $15. Seriously.)
The famous Corny Dog stand from the State Fair was on the grounds. Can you tell I was slightly (just the tiniest bit) excited!?
No. We didn’t leave the stadium. This is the bar. In the football stadium. For real. Also – there are double the number of women’s restrooms than men’s. I ran off to find it and expecting that I would take forever FMG and KJC prepared themselves to wait. But alas! I almost beat the bartender.
My awesome cousins were there with us… Four of those five are related. The other one might as well be.
More family! We were loud. It’s genetic! That’s what happens when everyone in your family (with the notable exception of Jojo’s first few years) goes to the same school. Football games become mini family reunions.
So, the Ags might not have one the game but – as we like to remind ourselves season after season, heartbreak after heartbreak – we sure as hell won half time!
After the game was over we decided to drown our sorrows in delicious Cafe Brazil – a Dallas gem of an all night restaurant. Pancakes make everything better.