Super Bowl party was a roaring success, if I do say so myself. A whopping seven people showed, my banana cake was demolished and, well, I got to watch football and superb commercials all night. These are all marks of a wonderful evening, if you ask me. Also, someone made ginger ale from scratch. Hello, new best friend.
I’m going to be honest here. I’m really really relieved that people showed up to watch the Super Bowl. While in college, this was the holiday (oh yes, this is a holiday. A secular holiday, but a holiday nonetheless) where I missed my family the most. A boisterous crowd of people crammed together in my grandma’s living room, lounging about on couches, chairs, the floor, eating food pretty much all day long and pretending like we can make exceptional analysis of the latest play (and I’m not even going to mention how we used to plant the seedlings for the Christmas trees in the morning, because when I think about how the Christmas Tree Farm is now just an empty lot, I get sad). Spending Christmas quietly and 1,500 miles from my family was one thing, but a quiet Super Bowl would have been an atrocity to nature. It was a loud, food filled, fantastic Sunday.
So here’s to football, rampant commercialism, gluttony and allowing a tv to replace any real interaction between large amounts of people in a room.
God Bless America!