The 141 million dollar lottery ticket was sold in Asheville…but not to us. I am so bummed. I just may be bummed all damn day.
We had a very small super bowl party at Becky’s condo last night. Just the three of us. I made Buffalo hot wings dip and some jambalaya. Becky made chili. We had a great time, managing to talk through the controversial commercial so totally missed the controversy. I’m glad it was an exciting game because Becky has no computer for me to play with downstairs. I was stuck. I haven’t watched an entire football game in decades. Whenever I got bored I’d holler “who dat?” just to, you know, get going again. Gerry and I wore black t-shirts with gold mardi gras beads to show our team spirit.
We all three pretty much hated the half-time geriatric rockers. You’re never too old to rock ‘n roll, but you can get too old to try to imitate your younger self. They should have lip-synced it and spared us the humiliating spectacle of Roger Daltry straining for notes that were better left un-sung. Pete Townsend with his belly-baring windmilling was so awful it wasn’t even humorous.
I’m happy for the Saints and all their fans. They proved they deserved to be there and they played an exciting game. Whew! Glad that’s over. I can go back to ignoring football for the next 20 years.