I'm still recovering and have suffered some memory loss.
Landed at 7:25, our ride was there. GCCPAkat insisted on picking up his credit card he'd left at the DFW seafood restaurant first and then couldn't resist ordering a dozen oysters that we ate with the airport pickup guy waiting outside the gates. Went to some BBQ version of hooters to pick up tickets from some random and then stuck around the airport until 8:30 to get a guy flying in from KC. His flight got delayed so off to Ft. Worth.
Checked in the Renaissance and walked down to Del Frisco's. Pretty nice. I had the Wagyu “longbone." Finished up there and noticed all the downtown bars were pretty kstateo'd already so we got a cab to 7th street and went to a place that had a 2nd floor "rooftop" bar and got pak'd there. Then after-hours stuff, bed by 5.
Saturday got going late, found Frankie's filled, found a Mexican hooters with TVs and tables by an open garage window thing that we could set the goEMAW flag up at so did that. Service sucked so I ordered those 100oz beer towers for myself. Got pak'd.
4:30-ish had a cab take us to the stadium. Further than I thought. Somehow came to a conclusion that drinking anywhere in public was fine so got as many 12-packs as we could carry at a liquor store halfway there. Got dropped off and wandered around slamming beers. Got in every TCU face I could find. Can't remember it all. Eventually found bookie pimp and american standard, nice setup. Went to the gates, GCCPAkat had lost hist ticket and just kind of walked in. Seats were in the middle of TCU fans. Some got us, some didn't. A really fat lady was getting mad at me and I winked at her. "DON'T YOU rough ridin' WINK AT ME [redacted]!" As you know, KSU dominated and I told the whole world about it. Went out at halftime and talked to a TCU'r from Kansas. She was trying to be gracious and I couldn't help PI her. Around halftime and thereafter, her and all TCU'rs kind of resigned themselves to what I was doing and that they had to take it and just sort of appreciated it, like it was nice to finally have an elite team's bad person there kicking their asses. Even the anti-winker and I exchanged blown kisses.
Game ended, I was an impatient mess, ditched the guys and found my own cab that took forever. Caught up with everyone and went to Frankie's. That's pretty well been recapped. Some TCU version of a FTRILEYO was hitting on a girl at our table via showing her iphone pics of his truck, and I had a good time with that. They let us stay in and drink all the way til 2, maybe later. Went outside and somehow it was announced to some loiterers I was Trim and they all needed pics taken with me. Walked back to the hotel and I was superpak'd jumping on stuff. At some point I was walking forward but looking behind me and I heard a gong and felt something hard and learned I'd walked right into a street sign. Didn't hurt at the time. Has hurt since. That flight home sucked. Good times.
