When we left, an a$$hole with a vuvuzela was blowing his horn. A guy grabbed it, broke it in half and handed it back to the offender with a smile on his face. Everyone applauded madly.
This woman was partying with some of her friends next to us. Her top was showing the hummingbird deal and I asked her how low it went. She said that it went "all the way down" and that she would show it to me if I wanted. I wasn't exactly looking for that answer, but a couple of her friends were kind enough to pull down her top this low to reval more of the tattoo. Nice idea, poor execution. That is some crappy tattoo work it seems from my admittedly untrained eye.
I brought my standard tailgate fare, of ribs, shrimp and homemade salsa. Others broght some more finger food. My guests were blown away by the food and people from ten spots over came to see it. When you are used to dried out burgers and sad hot dogs, this looks like manna from heaven. I don't even try to explain Gerry's feasts to others anymore. You just have to be there.
The Klements sausages from the sausage races prowl the parking lot trying to find people grilling their stuff. They then let you have photos and videos with them. Here is my favorite, the brat! He was mauled by every single person who he came in contact with. This might be a nice masthead photo someday.
Here at LITGM we are always looking for anyone who ups the ante wrt tailgating. A couple of cars up from us was this dj station. I am not sure if a guy brought this or if this group of people bring this rig everywhere they go. Regardless, it was awesome and turned our area into a giant dance party. It was very fun.