Pantyhose & Schweinsteiger

Last week, G called me from the office and told me he had a surprise for me on Saturday. He said I had to be ready by 2:30 and then he asked me if I had pantyhose. He said I needed to wear pantyhose. Ok. By Saturday morning, I already had a mental note of what to wear - my favorite little black dress (perfect for every scenario), a pair of stilettos, and of course, pantyhose. But when we got home and I started to change, G said I should dress "as warm as possible" and that we would be outside for around 4 hours....what?....outside?.....the horror! Then he asked me about the pantyhose.....to wear underneath my jeans. As I put on each layer of clothing, G instructing me like a child, I wondered what event or activity was fun enough to make me want to stay outside in the cold for 4 hours? When we got to the train station, instantly, I knew. All of the crazy, painted, already drunk fans singing and yelling at each other could only mean one thing - FC Bayern Football Match! It was my first professional soccer match and it was awesome! I sang songs with no meaning, I drank too much beer, I even cheered for both teams, and guess what? I wasn't cold at all:+) Danke, G.