Super Bowl Party

Every year, my friend Andy hosts a very fun Super Bowl Party. He has high definition t.v. and surround sound and a quite comfortable couch, so his apartment is an excellent t.v. watching venue. The party is made more enjoyable by the fact that no one there really cares about the game. Well, if the Patriots are in it, there are a few New Englanders who have some semblance of interest, but not too much. It is really an excuse to get together, eat, drink, talk, and laugh at the commercials and the half-time show. Last night was another good time. Kristen made an excellent dinner of fried chicken, mac and cheese, and spicy green beans. I must say we hit a new low (or high) in terms of attention to the actual game. First, tipped off by a friend, we kept switching to the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet, which was some of the best three hours of television ever. In case you missed it, the show consisted of puppies running around on a small version of a football field, chasing toys and playing with each other. There was also a kitty halftime, in which kittens frolicked on a giant cat tree. What I really liked about this show is that puppies were mixed breeds, a casting decision designed to encourage people to adopt muts from the pound. We did eventually switch back to the Super Bowl and the half time show. No kitties, but the Rolling Stones were actually pretty impressive. At that point we gave up all pretense of interest in the sporting event and watched an episode of the new Battlestar Galactica. So I can't tell you anything about the game, but now I know what Cylons are.