Superbowl Sunday!?

I think it is safe to say that there is a whole world of girls out there that don’t give a shit about the Superbowl but get dragged to a party (aka: a slew of drunken people screaming and the best drink served is beer) year after year. I happen to be one of those people that would, quite frankly, prefer to do anything except watch the Superbowl and the controversial half time show that will surely expose an inappropriate body part or possibly a lip syncing stint by another beloved pop artist. However, I don’t get much say in the matter as it is only once a year, and this particular year, being hosted by yours truly.

My idea of the perfect Superbowl would start with me wearing my favorite cashmere sweats, having my sangria topped off mid-sip, snacking on mushroom crostinis and French cheese (among other things), all while reading the latest book on my iPad with the game in the background…on mute. The boys would occasionally offer a foot rub and we would continue on this way for the next 4-5 hours. Clearly, I’m dreaming. What will really happen is this: I will paint some player’s number on my face, I’ll freeze in my “cute” jersey & shorts outfit, I’ll have to hide the wine so no one drinks it, and I’ll be limited to chips and guacamole since typically people enjoy eating all types of meat on the bone (none of which I will participate in). I’m bratty, I know, but I know what I like.

My goal is to play this part so well all our friends will completely forget that I locked myself in my bedroom each Sunday while football was on. They will have no recollection of me forcing them to walk to a bar at least 1 mile away from my apartment so I can’t even vaguely hear the shouting that will undoubtedly occur. And they definitely will forgive me for making them watch every game on mute as I blast Lana Del Rey and blog. I can confidently say all of this because this year I will be large and in charge! Stay tuned for Part II that will feature food and drinks you should serve at a Superbowl party.