Procrastination At It's Finest

When the NFL schedules came out back in April, I immediately checked the Titans website to see if they were hosting the Eagles at home.  When I saw they were, I did a little happy dance and called up my brother to see if he wanted to drive up from Atlanta to meet Howard and I for the game.  He of course, being a die hard fan, said yes. 

And that was that.

Days passed.

Months passed.

The game is this weekend.  What can I say?  I'm lacking in the planning department.  Thanks to Howard, we at least have tickets already.  Though they were a complete ripoff.  BUT at least we have them.

Last night I decided it was finally time to get the ball rolling and plan out the rest of this trip.  I called my dog boarder first.  I was ready to explain it was a spur of the moment trip (what? she wouldn't know any better!) and I am sososo sorry but PLEASE!  I didn't even get to beg and plead because the line was disconnected.  Cue insta-panic.  There is no one else in KY that I would trust with my dogs.  Not.A.One.  I called again.  And again.  Hoping each time that it would magically go through.  I scoured the internet looking for additional numbers, land lines, websites, etc.  Anything.  I came across her business website which had a contact form.  I was able to get my begging and pleading done that way.  Then I crossed my fingers.

Next I moved on to booking a hotel for Saturday and Sunday night.  We wanted a hotel right next to the stadium downtown so we could walk our drunk asses back to the room after celebrating the Eagles win with a night out on the town partying.  Every website I searched came back with SOLD OUT.  Cue 2nd insta-panic of the night.  Turns out, there is some big country music thing going on this Saturday.  And unless we were willing to spend upwards of $300 per night in a hotel I will not even remember being in, we were going to have to change our entire plan.

Late last night, I got an email back from the dog boarder stating she was, in fact, still boarding and could keep the dogs this weekend and that no, she didn't hate me or my dogs, it was a problem with AT&T.  So there's that.

But our plan of getting a hotel downtown, walking to the stadium, tailgating, cheering on the Eagles, drinking too much and stumbling back to the hotel is no more.

Now our plan is getting a hotel 12 miles away, finding a parking pass somehow, driving to the stadium, assigning Howard as designated driver, tailgating, cheering on the Eagles, drinking too much and having Howard drive us back to the hotel.

I see no problem with this.