2. My family
3. My friends
5. Everything else
7. Super Bowl
Given the option, I would rather watch a documentary on snails than the Super Bowl. Especially if the documentary were narrated by that British guy who narrates Planet Earth. That guy is so emphatic!
However, when the Super Bowl is combined with a party, I am all over that like a fat kid on chocolate cake. (Or, well, like me on chocolate cake.) To me, a sporting event is really a social event. I loved going to basketball games in college only because I knew I got almost two hours of uninterrupted chatting with friends like Cindy. Well, except for when somebody scored something and the whole place erupted into screams and high-fives. That was sooooo annoying! It made me lose my train of thought.
(Speaking of losing trains of thought, I just spent the last I don't know how many minutes perusing Cindy's blog after checking the link because I love it. And her. So where were we?)
Oh, right...Super Bowl. Our church hosted a big 'ole party for teens through 20-somethings. It was awesome and I loved it, of course. We got to hang out with friends and eat food and chase babies and criticize Madonna. (Except really I was jealous because I can't move like that or wear heels like that and I'm half her age. When I am 50 I'll be wearing orthopedics. I secretly want to wear them now.) They had the game on both giant screens in our auditorium and I didn't even notice the score until just before we left toward the end of the fourth quarter, when I looked up and thought to myself, "Huh. I wonder who is winning? Wait. Who is even playing?" That's right, and I'm proud.
You know who loved it even more? Our baby. Miss Thing done just about lost her mind. She got to eat popcorn and tortilla chips with dip for dinner, play with other kids, get carried around by teens, get laughed at by grown-ups, get music played for her by 20-somethings. She basically spent the better part of three hours running, chasing, exploring, interrupting and laughing. And trying to steal people's soda cans.
|She is wearing a pair of my baby shoes.|
That makes them vintage!
|He lost that round of MarioKart just for her.|
If that's not love, I don't know what is.
|Dancing like a rock star with friends. |
That is always her "dance stance."
|Clapping like a rock star.|
Or like Steve Martin in The Jerk.