The leaves are changing. The weather’s cooling. And the dream of sports is alive and well.
It’s time for football and you can’t have a football game without tailgating. AKA: A reason to sit around and eat delicious appetizers while getting slightly drunk.
The morning of: It’s brunch cocktail time. Bloody Marys, Tom Collins, Mimosas, there’s nothing better. Warm up already prepped buffalo chicken dip, pigs in a blanket, the full spread or just prepare for the catering company to arrive.
Get your spot. With parking lots galore, keep in mind that your spot is going to set the mood of the entire afternoon. It’s a big deal, and yes, you can pick a bad spot. Keep an eye out for obnoxious neighbors. Maybe get your friends to fill the spots around you so you have maximum tailgate area.
Time to drink. Cold beer or perfectly chilled wine suggested. It’s casual. Talk about that movie you saw with that actor who’s dating that other actor.
Time to eat. All of the food has arrived. The party can now begin. Don’t let yourself eat too much, the tipsy munchies will kick in way later.
You’re probably a few beers in by now, it’s time for cornhole (what’s a tailgate without cornhole???) At least we’re not trying to pretend that we’re in college by playing beer pong.
Cornhole is just not exciting enough. It’s time to rack up the cups for beer pong…
The pong ball ended up under the hood of somebody’s car. How you managed to do that, it will forever be a mystery?
It’s an hour before the game. Better finish that beer.
Oh that was quick, time have time for another. And another. And another.
Wait, where did all the booze go?
HOW CAN WE BE OUT?!?!?
Why are we even out here? Everybody’s gone.
Oh yeah, the football game.
We have to walk all the way over there?
Did somebody bring whiskey??
I refuse to get out of this lawn chair.
Wait, somebody found the game streaming online?
Now we can watch it AND keep drinking.
*Continues drinking and eating*
Tailgating is the best.
