I have always loved the smell of stadium hot dogs. I don't know what exactly it is, but I'm just drawn to them like a moth to a flame. But I have never had one before.
U-n-t-i-l. l-a-s-t. n-i-g-h-t.
See, normally before a football game we've already eaten supper plus we have snacks during the game (usually compliments of my parents who we usually go with). So even though the delicious aroma of these delightful dogs comes wafting by my nose, I really don't need one. Plus, they're way too expensive. Besides, then I have to either wait in line for an incredibly long amount of time during half-time, or if I want to skip the line-ups I need to "Pardon me, excuse me, sorry..." my way past everybody sitting in my row.
So I just pass up the opportunity time and time again.
But last night I was d-e-t-e-r-m-i-n-e-d to have my dream of having a stadium hot dog come true. I couldn't ignore the smells any longer. Luckily my wonderful brother was willing to hop over the railing (conveniently, we were sitting 2 rows above the railing, so instead of inconveniencing anybody by stepping on their toes -- literally -- he could just jump the railing) and get one for me.
$5 later I was biting into the most scrumptiously delicious foot long hot dog. Yes, that's me shamelessly taking my very first bite of my very first (and NOT my last) stadium hot dog.
It was all I dreamed it would be.