At around 8:35 pm EST I recieved a call from Meghan, who informed me that she was entering the hallowed gates of Arrowhead Stadium to witness what we soon discovered was the Advent of what is destined to be one of the greatest seasons since the days of Joe Montana....that's right, I went there. Prediction. Write that down.
I was immediately envious when I marked Meghan's location, even though I had just returned home from a lovely evening of sushi and deep tissue massage...I made myself a Chopin martini, dirty, to dull the pangs of jealousy coursing through my veins.
And then...the rain started to fall. Not on me, on Arrowhead.....and I daresay that Meghan was then jealous of my dry house and my TV (and my martini, I mean, come on, I make an awesome martini).
But I digress to the point of this post: we are Chiefs girls for life and we thank our Meghan for representing in style last night.
GO CHEFS!! (and for anyone who is lame enough not to get that joke and make an inappropriately rediculous comment about my spelling: see below...and eat your words.)
Yay Meghan!
ReplyDeleteHave I ever mentioned that I've still NEVER been to a Chiefs game at Arrowhead????
ReplyDeleteok, you had to mention Joe Montana! He is actually my son's namesake, yes that's right, the M does not stand for Martin afterall Jeff, it is really Joseph Montana Coyne!
ReplyDeleteAny tickets for Christmas??