That was a close one.
I'm not going to lie, one of my greatest fears in this life is if the Packers were to make it to the Superbowl and lose.
Thankfully, I don't have to worry about that this year. :-)
Sunday was pretty awesome. Adam, Tiffany and Alex rolled into town Saturday morning with Adam dressed in his Steelers gear. He and Brian had tried for the past two weeks fervently to find affordable (I use that term loosely) Superbowl tickets, but no dice. So in an 11th hour decision, they decided to head to Vegas for 48 hours and test the limits of Brian and Adam's 15-year friendship. Happily, it survived. Though Adam's giant inflatable Steeler helmet almost did not. (he squished it into a tiny ball in the last play of the game while releasing a string of curse words that are unprintable.)
And the part about my presence in the house causing the Packers to lose? Maybe the curse is broken? I spent most of the first half in the living room with Scotty and then watched a little of the third quarter. During the fourth quarter, I had just reached the top of the stairs with Scotty in tow to start bedtime/bathtime when Brian shouted up, "Clay Matthews just recovered a fumble...just sayin'." (meaning I left the room and the Packers are somehow in a better place because of it.) Considering how the game went, maybe it's not broken...maybe it's just further confirmation that I shouldn't watch football at all. (I am 100% okay with this.)
I am certainly not going to discuss the meager, weak little party I put on for the big game. It was sad, to say the least. I was barely functioning since the four of us had stayed out to a ridiculous hour of the morning the night before. Alex had graciously offered to both watch Scotty Saturday night and wake-up with him on Sunday...leaving Brian and I free to sleep in, together. This is a golden, golden opportunity and one I was not about to let slide. And beside, have I mentioned how much I love the Cosmopolitan?
(Tiffany and I coined a new phrase after witnessing a shocking number of girls wearing the tightest, shortest dresses I have ever seen. I mean, I wouldn't wear these dresses as a shirt with pants, and yet there were flocks and flocks of young women in these dresses that stopped just below their, well, lady parts. The term we came up with starts with a v, and I'm sure you can figure out the rest. And there were tons and tons of v-dresses on Saturday night. I'm not sure who started this fad, but I'm going to blame the Kardashians. And here I thought I looked trendy since I wore my knee-high boots over my recently-purchased skinny jeans.)
Back to my sad little party. The grill died mid-brat-cooking, I under-cooked, and then over-cooked, the cheese sticks, I burned the hot dogs, and new flavor of Tostitos I purchased was kind of crummy. (Black Bean and Roasted Garlic - skip it.) Oh, well. I can tell you no one left hungry since we literally have piles of food left in the fridge, meaning I'm going to have to a bratwurst everyday for a week. Joyous.
And as we know, in the end, the boys from Green Bay were victorious. I don't think I've seen Brian that happy ever - not when he proposed, not at our wedding (for obvious reasons, however). Not even when Scotty was born. (I think we were both just plain exhausted and terrified.) But today, he let me sleep in (hooray!) and as he took the garbage out to the curb, he stretched his arms wide open and said to me while looking up, "The sun is shining a little bit brighter. The air feels just a little bit warmer. The birds are chirping a little more happily. It's a great day, indeed."
Happy Brian. :-)