Super Bowl Party is overAnd we're all suffering from overindulgence (if we're lucky).
In my case, I wandered over to a neighbor's a few blocks away. I walked, since it was so close, in temps around 18 degrees. (I walked to church yesterday morning as well, since my car doors were frozen shut after a carwash. OK, only the driver's side, but since that controlled all the automatic locks, it seemed as if they were all frozen. After church and the brisk walk, my lady friend reminded me I have manual locks--i.e., keyed--on both front doors, so I could have climbed in the passenger's side rather than through the back window on the CRV. Another Homer moment.)
At the SBP, we ate ham and turkey, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberries, and much more. I brought a salmon/cream cheese pate doused with Liquid Smoke, surrounded by Triscuits. Sort of lox and cream cheese in a tube. Very tasty: one can salmon, one brick cream cheese or neuchatel, two tbsp Liquid Smoke. Great on bagels, too.
And we drank beer and punch.
I liked some of the commercials, particularly the Dove one, the foal trying to pull the Budwagon, the modern cargo cult where the fella hiding his beer spins his frig into the next apartment only to have it rifled by the natives; and the FedEx caveman. Oh, and the Burger King Busby Berkeley spectactular, with the dancers dressed as elements of a Whopper--onions, lettuce, burger patty, etc.--stacked on a bun.
The game was ok, the commercials weren't great, and a good time was had by all. I did like the Rolling Stones. Mick Jagger may have crepey underarms, but he can still shake a leg.
I rooted for Pittsburgh, as my vote against Microsoft. The lousy service I received after I installed Windows XP Home still has me upset...and I'm not sure yet they fixed the problem.