AHHHHHH! BYU Football has finally arrived! Oh how I love to watch BYU Football games. Love, love, love it. Today was perfect. It was a good game; it was close but we pulled out a win (23-17). I love the anxious/nervous feeling I get towards the end of a close game. It makes the game so much more intriguing. I also love it when BYU beats a team from the NW, so I can wear all of my BYU gear around for a day or two. Tonight I went to Walgreens and the gym in my BYU Alumni sweatshirt, BYU football shirt, and BYU basketball shorts. I was a very happy girl. :)
Last year, BYU's season opener was against #3 Oklahoma in the Dallas Cowboys Stadium. What a game. I was stoked about this game, so I naturally invited everyone over to my apartment to watch the game. We had a pretty full apartment- maybe 25-3o people? Although I was slightly annoyed that I couldn't hear any of the commentators on the TV (even with the volume maxed out), I had so much fun. It was definitely one of my favorite days, so far. The game itself was so intense. Loved it. BYU pulled out an upset. Loved that even more. Ah, beautiful. Provo went crazy after that game. I'll never forget that night. Everyone went up and down University honking and blasting music. Mobs filled the sidewalks. We danced, jumped, ran across the street (illegally) and, of course, screamed/sang/yelled 'til our vocal folds were swollen shut. The best part was that this was all a sober party. Haha, only in Provo. We ended up at the stadium for some more craziness. It was awesome.
Mary, Tasha, Me, Matt and Rusty partying out in the streets.
Not sure why the picture is so tiny, but this gives you a better idea of what it was like after the game.
Afterwards, a few of us decided to head over to McDonald's to treat our poor larynxes to a cold treat. While we were there, a mass text went out about getting people together to meet the BYU football team at the airport. My friends, Matt, Tasha and I considered going but decided that it was late and we were exhausted. The team was expected to arrive around 1 a.m., so that meant we wouldn't be home 'til 2 at the earliest. So, we decided against it. We parted ways about 11. Chels and I couldn't stop talking about the amazing game back at our apartment. She watched the game up at her dad's place, so this was the first time I had seen her all night. I told her about the mass text that was going around about meeting the team. Immediately she said, "Well, let's go! What are we waiting for!" I gave her the list of reasons we came up with at McDonald's. Her response: "Sooo." I realized that I would probably never have an opportunity like this again while I'm a BYU student, so I reconsidered it. I texted Tasha and Matt to see if they wanted to go. Matt said that he was already in bed, so no. Tasha agreed to come with us. At this point, it was just after midnight (maybe 12:10ish?). The team was scheduled to arrive at 1.
Chels and I grab our purses, cameras, and some food for the road and we pick up Tasha. We finally get on the road about 12:30. I'm driving, so I put Tasha and Chelsey on cop duty because we had to get to the airport fast. I was driving speeds that I am too embarrassed to admit on here. I had someone looking out for me up above, because Chels and Tasha FAILED at cop duty. They were too busy singing and dancing and changing the music on the ipod. Anyways, we made it there safe and sound, ticket free and only about 5 minutes after 1. We pulled into the short term parking lot and noticed it was kind of empty. So, we drove down to the next terminal, still empty. Huh. We weren't that late, there's no way everyone would have left already. We parked and sprinted inside. Empty airport. So, we sprinted back down to the other terminal. Keep in mind that it's 1 a.m. The airport has only a few random employees and stranded passengers hanging out. Here we are, 3 coeds literally sprinting around the empty airport in 1/2 BYU gear, 1/2 PJs. We looked at the monitors and couldn't find any arriving flights from Texas listed. "I don't see a flight from Texas!" "Where are they?!" I'm sure those few random people in the
airport laughed a great deal at us.
Dejected, we left the airport and walked back to the car. "How in the world did we miss them?" "I just don't get it, we were only 5 minutes late." "They wouldn't have arrived in the international terminal, right?" We were so confused. Bewildered. Puzzled. It was such a mystery.
As I pulled out of the short term parking lot, I heard Tasha say, "You guys are going to kill me." "Uhhh, that's never good....why?" "Well, I reread the text and the team was flying into the Provo airport."
We laughed the ENTIRE way home. Not even kidding. I got the best ab workout that night from all of the laughing. Oh my goodness, we couldn't believe it. We couldn't believe it was at the Provo airport. We couldn't believe at what we had just done. It never even occurred to us that the Provo airport was big enough to land a plane big enough for the football team. So, on our way back, we decided to drive to the Provo airport to see it for ourselves. Sure enough, there was a gigantic (obviously private) jet sitting on the runway. And once again the airport was deserted.
I will never ever forget that night. Thanks for the good memory, Chelsey and Tasha. :)
