maybe we should try this whole tweeting thing. all the cool kids are doing it.I don't know if I've ever shared my love of grocery shopping. I love it. Rows upon rows of orderly stacked items - if you look for it, it can be kind of zen. I love my excursions to the grocery store. I've gotten to the point where I have favorite cashiers. I don't even buy that many groceries. I just like to go look at the possibility of what I could make, what I could cook, what I could create.
This morning, however, it looked like Easter had exploded in nearly every aisle of the Rosewood Publix. I had completely forgotten the Carolina Cup. Folks were running around, purchasing styrofoam coolers, yuengling and ice. (Apparently, the ice thing had to be refilled FOUR times). There were guys in plaid pants, girls in strapless dresses - I remembered the experience fondly. Drinking Bloody Marys and mimosas on the ride down, lots of beer and, often, pimento cheese sandwiches... Sore feet and ruined shoes. Stashing tp and hand sanitizer in our purses because the lovely "bathrooms" would inevitably run out. Seeing so many friends and their friends and their friends... And who can pass up the opportunity to wear a hat?
Then I realized, I might have outgrown the Cup. Shocking, I know. I didn't think I'd ever feel that way -- but when I figured out the date had just about passed me by, I didn't feel too bad. After all, I think I have a date with DLF tonight!
But, if you have stories -- guys in seersucker or girls in white shoes (the horror!) or anything else interesting about this year's Cup - let me know! I'll live vicariously through y'all.
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Ohmigawd, the memories...
My first Carolina Cup was more than 10 years ago (gawd, I'm so old).
We put up attached a tarp to a van that a guy had borrowed from his parents, and we had been there barely a half-hour before a thunderstorm came up. So here we all stood, huddled under the tarp, trying to stay dry and HOLDING METAL POLES IN THE GROUND (!) to keep the tarp from blowing away.
I remember being in the infield and laughing with my friends at a girl passed out in a lawn chair in the next row of cars.
I also remember a couple stumbling along, clinging to each other to keep upright. She had this lovely pink jumpsuit on (and of course a hat), and when the couple passed, we all gasped as we saw the entire backside of her pantsuit covered in mud.
Oh yes, good times, good times. So glad I outgrew all that years ago.
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