Homecoming Weekend.

First and foremost I wanna apologise for not updating this in a while.. I've been really busy with uni work and things happen so quickly around here that it's been hard to keep up.. I wrote this one a while back but I'm gonna keep them coming until we're up-to-date!





Okay. So the football season is in full swing and this week was the Homecoming game; people had been talking about it for while and girls were campaigning like crazy to be Homecoming Queen (I know..very American!)

On Friday night there was a 'Pep Rally' on the Quad and thousands of people turned up to hear the football coach, Nick Saban (a legend around these parts) and some of the best players talk and rally up the die-hard fans.
It was…interesting haha. Americans, especially American football fans don't really hold back and everyone was chanting and whooping and it was quite intense to be honest..but it was fun nonetheless.

Then we moved over to the other side of the Quad where there was a HUGE bonfire. I swear, Americans do not do things by half! It was so big that I could feel the heat to the point where I could stand outside, on an October night, sleeveless and be warm.




On Saturday there was a big pre-game Homecoming parade; the weather was beautiful and again, thousands of people turned up to see the 'Million-dollar Band' (who really do sound like a million dollars), baton twirlers, cheerleaders, military, pageant queens etc as they made their way down University Boulevard. I've added some photos to this post so you can get a feel of what it was like.





Despite the fact that I had tickets to see the game in the stadium..I didn't actually get the chance to do so. The security man (I swear, people in positions of authority hate me!) refused me entry because my bag was too big. Typical. So I walked alll the way back to my apartment, then back to the stadium with a smaller bag- 20 mins each way. I thought "Oo let me get a drink out here were its only $1.50 rather than $4.00 or whatever ridiculous price they charge in stadiums. The machine only went and swallowed my money. I was getting really fed up. So I get to the stadium and I couldn't get back into the section where my friends were sat, they wanted me to go all the way to the very top. I thought fuck that, I could see the game better on TV. So I sat on the wall outside, hungry, tired, frustrated. I cried a little bit, rolled a cigarette and walked home..