rocky top

man, there's nothin like a stadium full of orangely-clad people and a vol thrashin' to put one out of her misery.

oh- add a few cocktails (cause they always help)
and peanuts (we've made up)
good times.
good times, man.

the irony of it all.
of course in a stadium of 60000 people, my ex-inlaws were 12 rows down by the only exit.
nice.

i gotta start volunteering at the mission.