I'm willing to walk far to avoid using too many bus tickets. *nods* In the midday I walked from home to my friends' Super Bowl party near the Hollywood neighborhood. Yay, my legs! And it was a decent day for walking, too: not as specatcular as Saturday, but still almost comfortable. Winter is coming again, of course, winter is still happening and this is still wet-and-dark Portland, but I took advantage. (And after the party, even briefly considered walking all the way home, but quickly realized I wasn't up for that.)
Food! Yelling! Touchdown dances! Watching people drink shots! We stayed entertained at the Super Bowl party even when half of the power went out in the [Corporate Sponsor] SuperDome.
Even without having a dog in this hunt, I wanted and eventually got a fun, (usually) well-played game. (It helped that I was rooting for the eventual winners, though I made sure not to give crap to the 49ers fans at the party. Or to the Jacksonville Jaguars fan at the party.) And I'm actually hopeful that the Seahawks can get to the next Big Game -- though I think I'd be even happier if either the Chargers or the Jets make it first.
I hope it's been a satisfying and not too crazy week for New Orleans's own docbrite, with all the Super Bowl festivities nearby. I hope he enjoyed the game, even without his Saints in it (though, hey, Sean Payton was in the dome); I also wish he'd live-tweeted it, but I can't have everything.
Now I'm hoping Lady Gaga is a football fan. Think recent Super Bowl halftime shows haven't been spectacular enough? Imagine hers.