Life just has a way of working out.
By this, I mean that things happen and you just sit back stupidly and think, “welp. That was just a crazyrandomhappenstance.”
I knew nothing about soccer before I went to Colombia. But I got to watch the World Cup in Colombia. I got to see Suarez bite someone and get kicked out for doing so. I got to understand it and its cultural relevance to, well, everything. I came home, and I found out that Milan and Liverpool were going to be playing together at Bank of America Stadium. We work at Bank of America Stadium to raise money for Model UN, and I had to work the soccer game. (Suarez was supposed to be there, but this was one of the games that he was banned from).
All of these things were pretty awesome.
Things that were not awesome:
Panthers’ Stadium used to park their employees a short walk from the stadium, but this year they moved us to a random lot 5 miles away on Freedom Drive, and now bus us in from there. Sketch as h-e-double-hockey-sticks.
They forgot to re-stock our beer and stuff, so the only canned things we had were Lime-a-Ritas and Stella Artois. (We do sell drafts, though). No European soccer fan wants to hear that all he has available to him to drink is a Lime-a-Rita.
That’s like telling a Russian all that’s available is flavored water.
They also told us we were selling nachos, but I searched high and low and couldn’t find one tortilla chip for the life of me.
But despite these things it was a sellout, and I had a blast. Also, Liverpool won. Double also, Panther’s Stadium has installed escalators and they. are. awesome.
Also, look who showed up! We’d been separated for a week but it felt like years.
Afterwards I went to Waffle House with my sisters and MUN friends, whom I hadn’t seen since May. As Heidi said, “Waffle House is so subpar it’s delicious.” Delicious subpar food, great conversation, and laughs with people I haven’t seen for three months? Definitely not a bad day.
