Listen, I hate being cold. Hate. It.

When I was younger, sure I loved snow and ice and wind that chapped my face. But now that my face is chapped without sub-zero temperatures and whipping winds, I’ll take the mild sixties and sunshine please and thank you.

Unless.

If we’re tailgating, I’m down. I will brave the elements. No. I will CONQUER the elements. Make no mistake: I’m a tailgating whiz, and these cold-weather tailgating tips make me the QUEEN.