The weekend after Thanksgiving, my friend Megan and I headed
up to Manhattan for the big “Sunflower Showdown” game (I use the term “game”
loosely…it was more like a blowout). KSU took on those silly Jayhawks, and I’ll
be honest…I only watched maybe a quarter of the game overall. That’s right—we
ventured all the way up there and basically just ate and drank our way around
town. (So not complaining. That’s totally the way I prefer my Manhattan trips. Hashtag Fatkid.)
We didn't get tickets to the game, since we figured a game
in late November would be freezing, and we could just soak up the Aggieville
atmosphere while watching the game from the comfort of a Porter’s booth with
beer flowing from the tap, brought to our table by some frat-tastic 22 year old
bartender. But wouldn't you know it…it was 65 degrees and sunny that Saturday!
We still managed to have a fantastic time…even if we did take a nap….during the
second half of the game…and order Pizza Shuttle when we woke up. Because, let’s
face it…college is not meant for 30 year olds. We learned that lesson the hard
way this year.
So. We ate at SoLong. Twice. No shame there. In fact, as we
rolled into Manhattan around 8pm on Friday, we didn’t even bother checking into
the hotel. Nope; we drove straight to our fav college spot for bloody Marys and
grilled cheeses. THE BEST! Dear SoLong, please come to Kansas City! I know you
would do well. Maybe in Westport? Or Crossroads? I’d support ya at least once a
week, for some raspberry-black bean dip. And/or queso. (Yes, we had both, as
you can see by the pics. No judging!)
After our SoLong dinner, we stopped at Porter’s, where Megan
worked for 4 years in college. It was pretty much the same…same smell, same
cups, same dartboard. We hit O’Malley’s to see if our dollars were still on the
wall—indeed, they were. Finally, we stopped in to see our pal Charlie at Taco
Luche to end our night.
We hit up CocoBolos for lunch and bloodies on Saturday, before
the gameday festivities started. (By gameday festivities, I mean Fireballs. I blame the Fireballs for the nap that ensued directly after the Fireballs.)
We
met up with a few of Megan’s friends who were in town for the game, and got a very festive holiday pic by the Christmas tree at Aggie Station.
This guy was NOT one of Megan's friends-we just saw him walking past Tubbys and we HAD to get a pic. I mean, purple Sperrys? That's dedication. I loved it. (He was kind of put off that we asked for a pic, but I was like, dude, if you sport a purple sweater vest with purple slacks and purple shoes, people want your picture.)
Ever
had a Nancy? No? Get yo’self to SoLong, ASAP. It’s delish.
Then…came SoLong a deux (mmm....the dip! The DIP!), and naptime for the old
ladies. On our way out of town Sunday, we stopped for lunch at Taco Luche
before saying so long to our alma mater. Kittycats got the Win, I got my
Manhattan fix for football season, and Megan got a solid 28 hours of sleep . EMAW fo’ life! (Insert KSU Wildcat radio rawr-rawr-rawrrrr here.)
