(Editor's Note: When Chelsea, our young, attractive, affluent, former OU sorority girl contributor asked to write about Texas, I got concerned. Complaining about Landry Jones and OU football is me and Gravy's turf. But then she explained she wanted to write more about the OU - Texas experience, as opposed to the X's and O's of the game. And who better to write about that experience than a young, attractive, affluent, former OU sorority girl. Enjoy!)
The Red River Rivalry game is approaching, a weekend that I fondly refer to as Christmas. Yes, I realize that I graduated college awhile ago. I'm now in that awkward stage where crashing in a double room the Hyatt with twelve of my BFFs is no longer socially acceptable, but forking over the cash for a room at the Hilton Anatole isn't really a financially sound option either. I don't have handy student season tickets anymore, and can't afford the market price of one. I want to hang out on the West End Friday night, but I'm pretty sure most of the people who will be there were born in the 90's. The wicked, agonizing grief I face in this abominable sort of purgatory!