Long Weekend...

I don't know exactly how I can teach dance for 9 straight hours. Literally, 9 hours. No break. I was at the studio from 7:30-4:30 today. I don't know how I don't get hungry or have to pee (too much information?). I think my bladder is awesome. My friend Amy thinks I'm ruining my kidneys.

Speaking of ruined, how about Notre Dame's season? Or I'll even go as far at this point to say their future. And I'm a fan. But come on. They're pitiful.



Okay - huge dilemma. Bears kickoff is tomorrow at 3:15. My friend's wedding is at 3:30. I'm going to the wedding. But so is my cell phone with ESPN mobile. Is it tacky to be following the game during the ceremony? During the reception? How far is too far? Where's the line?

Putting myself in a bride's shoes... There are some people you just expect that kind of stuff from. And you go with it. I don't think I would be offended. Then again, I would never schedule my wedding on a Sunday during football season. There are some things you just don't do.

Which leads me into a story. Mom, hope it's okay I share this one. My grandpa died in January of 1986. What else happened in January of '86? That's right folks, the Bears won the Superbowl. Conveniently enough, he died just in time to have his wake be on the day of the Superbowl. So my parents did a bang-up job of planning it so there wouldn't be visitation hours during the game. They said that you could see all the Bears gear underneath people's coats as they came in to the wake. In between the visitation hours, my parents had to go home and "check on the kids." Turns out that's just code word for "have a party." Genius. And that is why I love my family. And get inspired to watch the game during the wedding.