Before getting into too many details, let me just point out that I got to spend the weekend with a couple of fabulous people. Including this guy:
My big brother, Matty! I never, ever get to see enough of him. I love this guy more than words can say.The amazing weekend started off with this little table of goodness in our hotel room:
I'm gonna go ahead and say that was a little aggressive....for 3 people...who were all also drinking throughout the weekend at other establishments. Oh well.First stop on the reunion tour? State Street Brats, of course! My favorite bar in Madison...and maybe the whole world.
The good old cow was still there to greet us on the way in:
I think we all had good intentions of maybe NOT eating 3,000 calories each. But it's Brats. What are you supposed to do?! This happens every, single time:
We all rolled on outta there after the dinner extraordinaire. But it's cool. Totally worth it. Always is at Brats.I got to stuff my face while sitting across from this adorable site:
But Mr. Matt couldn't help coming over to my side for a little sister love:
Annnnnnnnnd that's enough. Pushed him too far, I guess?
The indoor cow is another must-stop spot for photos:
No lips actually touched the most-likely-disease-ridden cow....don't worry...
A little professional-photo-cheesiness, but still cute:
Maybe I'd had too many beers, because my brother caught me here looking as if the wooden Bucky just said something nasty to me....hallucinate much?
Lady Liberty on State Street! God bless America...and Madison...and Bucky Badger.
No night in Madison is ever complete until Matt takes some sort of I'm-pretending-to-be-passed-out picture:
On to game day! Um...it's okay if you want to go ahead and be jealous...how awesome are these seats we scored?! We were up close and personal for the complete beat-down delivered to Indiana...I mean, really...why did they even show up?
(That's the marching band during half-time. They never cease to be amazing. And always perfectly in unison. How do they do it?!)Look how much AS and I love each other....can't you just feel it?
And the bro-sis bond....stuck on each other like super glue, per the usual!
Dancing in the stands. The only one. Why did no one tell me I looked like a weirdo?
More dancing like a tool....but this time with my beloved Wild Turkey bottle. C-L-A-S-S-Y.
Tough girl. She can be scary when she wants to.
Believe it or not, I carried that damn $6.00 bag of kettle corn around alllllllll day. Great snack though. I think we were all happy I had it.
Getting closer to the field. Matt was on a mission to get us out on the actual turf again this year...
And, we made it! Just for a second though. The security guards were unamused.
Last ones out. We just did not want to leave that place!
All hail Ron Dayne.
And all hail this mustache. It is pure fabulousness.
Post-game partaaaaaaaay! With Leinie's and this awesome new friend:
We had to debate the lyrics to a couple of the dance songs....I believe the debate Matt captured here was about Neyo...or maybe Lady Gaga. It's all a little blurry.
And what better way to wrap up the daytime fun than by heading back to State Street? We'd had just enough Wild Turkey that going to buy a ton of Badger gear seemed like a genius idea. (Which always is, let's be honest)
Every, single time I set foot back in Madison I am immediately reminded of all the amazing times I had there, and how incredibly lucky every one of us alumni are for having had the opportunity to experience UW. There's just no place like it in the world. And getting to go there and hear "Welcome Home!"....priceless.
And the bro-sis bond....stuck on each other like super glue, per the usual!
Dancing in the stands. The only one. Why did no one tell me I looked like a weirdo?
More dancing like a tool....but this time with my beloved Wild Turkey bottle. C-L-A-S-S-Y.
Tough girl. She can be scary when she wants to.
Believe it or not, I carried that damn $6.00 bag of kettle corn around alllllllll day. Great snack though. I think we were all happy I had it.
Getting closer to the field. Matt was on a mission to get us out on the actual turf again this year...
And, we made it! Just for a second though. The security guards were unamused.
Last ones out. We just did not want to leave that place!
All hail Ron Dayne.
And all hail this mustache. It is pure fabulousness.
Post-game partaaaaaaaay! With Leinie's and this awesome new friend:
We had to debate the lyrics to a couple of the dance songs....I believe the debate Matt captured here was about Neyo...or maybe Lady Gaga. It's all a little blurry.
And what better way to wrap up the daytime fun than by heading back to State Street? We'd had just enough Wild Turkey that going to buy a ton of Badger gear seemed like a genius idea. (Which always is, let's be honest)
Every, single time I set foot back in Madison I am immediately reminded of all the amazing times I had there, and how incredibly lucky every one of us alumni are for having had the opportunity to experience UW. There's just no place like it in the world. And getting to go there and hear "Welcome Home!"....priceless.It's oh-so-true....when you say Wisconsin...you've said it ALL!!! Love you, Bucky.
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