
My dad took me this Saturday for a daddy-daughter date. I had a blast. My dad is a HUGE U Of U fan. I love it. He has been for as long as I can remember. Even when I was younger and dating if one of my dates showed up in blue it was like..."Your not a BYU fan are ya?"
Well he and my mom have season tickets, and my dad asked me if I wanted to join him to the opening night of this season. It was fun. There were tons of people all decked out in Utah gear. I didnt have any Ute stuff since I went to Utah State so I had to run and grab some stuff so I would fit in.
Here we are getting ready to head out on our date.
My dad is a blast to hang out with. He is super funny, and we have a lot in common, so we generally laugh at the same things, such as silly fans making a huge deal out of a call.
He spoiled me rotten with yummy stadium food, and of course kettle corn. Holy cow that stuff is addicting.
He even packed a little bag with treats and a blanket in case I got cold.
He has always been so much and has taken me out for daddy daughter dates since I was little. I remember when I got my first journal and was old enough to write it in, my frist entry was when my dad took me to a Utah Jazz game! What fun memories. I feel so lucky to have such an awesome, hard working, fun dad.
After they totally kicked butt and had their first win they had a firework show after. I love fireworks. And just when I thought summer had come to an end that gave me a little boost. What a fun time.
Go Utes!!