The beginnings of the LSM, Tailgating, and Middle of the Night Intruders

The Hills were in College Station again this weekend to inaugurate the first Lone Star Marina tailgate in Spence park which was organized by Mr. Josh Meeh .

Now to all of our readers who have absolutely no idea what the Lone Star Marina is please let me explain.

I've gotta little story for you, Ags!

 Once upon an Aggie time there were two houses that each contained five boys where multiple adventures ensued continuously. Chris was a roommate in the Lone Star Verde. The name being inspired by the various shades of green throughout the entire house. The outside accent colors were green, the kitchen was green, the bathrooms were green, everything was green. So the house of boys took on the characteristics of the Verde - adventure happening, girl attracting, domino playing, poker gambling, ever living - ever loving queso making, Sunday afternoon "Cowgirl" watching, college boys' house. There was also another house of equal reputation and fun that was called The Marina. The Marina was named for the ridiculous number of boats that happened to hang around the house - between the boys who lived there and their crazy neighbors there were always several boats around. I also have to mention that the Marina boys could cook Giada De Laurentis and Bobby Flay right about their jobs if they had wanted. Two houses resulting in ten boys plus the several other members of this legendary group that are absolutely essential to the Lone Star Marian group [LSM] - of whom we cannot live without but did not live in either house (or lived in each house at some point. And of course what I call The Coalition of Significant Others [CSO] - the CSO consists of all the girlfriends, fiances, and wives of the Lone Star Marina boys and thus who [most obviously] complete the entire picture. So - add up all those groups of people and you get a post college group of friends who support each other, pray for each other, make fun of each other, and hang out as much as possible.

All that to say this previous weekend we had the "Inagural Aggie LSM Tailgation" as former students where the boys actually got the spot in Spence Park the night before, and we all had to find somewhere to sleep because no one lives in College Station anymore.  The next morning we piled everything we own into a truck and set up shop on campus. During college I always saw the tailgaters and did not necessarily think it was that big of a deal - ya know there are some people who have been tailgating at Aggie games for decades. I had NO IDEA that tailgating was an exact science that you almost need an apprenticeship for. No, seriously. Tailgating requires a lot of planning, group involvement, and lots of electrical creativity. Needless to say we somehow managed to set up shop, play dominoes, grill foods, and play some games - but MAN WAS IT HOT AND MUGGY. Heat and humidity is what really complicates a tailgate and where the real tailgaters are able to show their true expertise. To successfully tailgate in the heat and humidity of September College Station everything from the food to the drinks to the games to the power generation must be planned properly. I must say the LSM needs to improve in all of these areas. Thankfully we possess all the right people in order to accomplish such a task - yet until this weekend I had absolutely no idea that Tailgating is a professional sport in which the right amount of training is absolutely necessary. The old grandmothers of Aggieland definitely need to have a post college "discipleship" class for all the CSO women who have tailgating as a definite part of their future. Gracious it was HOT!

On to another story of this weekend ---- our blogger friends Evan and Julie who are also part of the LSM group shared a funny story on their blog this last week.  Julie shared what happens when the husbands leave the wives alone at night and the women are forced to combat all things scary by themselves with the proper training required for such moments. Last night an event happened in the Hill house hold which definitely related to the Prothros blog, as we had some pretty scary noises wake us up last night. Thankfully, Chris was home and in bed with me, or I would probably still be laying in bed or underneath it paralyzed with fear. After Chris and I had been asleep for several hours a really, really loud noise startled both of us so much that we both sat up straight in bed and went into defensive action before we even knew what had happened. The noise sounded like someone was breaking into the barn with a bulldozer. Chris immediately pulled out his gun and flash light and began the sweep of the upstairs first and then the downstairs. I immediately grabbed the cell phone and opened the door upstairs to see if I could hear or see any intruders outside while I texted my Dad so he could watch from the Big House. Please note that Chris and I have not stopped to even consider that we are awake in the middle of the night - we are adrenaline pumped and totally on the sleepy defensive. Chris is sweating profusely and in navy seal protection mode. We manage to conclude that no one is in the house or is trying to get in the house - relief. But we still have to look outside in the actual barn part of the barn to check on all the equipment and vehicles and make sure no one is hiding in all the thousand places they could hide out there. Chris goes out and makes me lock myself inside the house so that no one can get me while he is out there with some perpetrator by himself. We conclude again that no one is trying to kill us or steal anything - relief again. But we are still pretty riled up - when Dad comes to save the day in his Ralph Lauren pj's while carrying his massive gun and flashlight - no shirt of course. Dad does his sweep - robbers beware you will get shot and mutilated if you come on the property by a designer wearing Daddy - and we both feel much better that we are protected by Dad the navy seal. Chris and I go upstairs and get back in bed hearts still pumping. We have absolutely no idea what that sound was - I think it is some daddy deer trying to attack us - Chris rationally tells me that was not the case. As we lay there attempting to calm down Chris decides he has to take a shower before he can go back to sleep. As he gets into the shower he figure out what the noise was. His shaving mirror - which is made out of metal - had fallen down inside of the shower. The shower in the loudest thing on earth so that even when a bar of soap falls down in sounds like an atomic bomb is going off, so it was no surprise that it sounded like we were getting bulldozed from the outside in when the mirror fell.

So - I am not sure if our mirror intruder beats the Prothros gerbil intruders - but it definitely makes for a good story and an interesting night - not to mention two very tired Hills!

To the people of LSM please feel free to provide more descriptions of the LSM group and its beginnings!