The Saints Come Marching In
/Josh and I went to our friend's house for a mini Super Bowl party. There were about and about seven of us in total. Anna and Lacie, the hosts, made lots of food. Oh yea, and the game was on. I think we were all more interested in talking, the dog, and especially the food. Food in crazy amounts. There were pork sliders, chicken wings (two kinds), fried green tomatoes, enchiladas, chips, salsa, carrots, hummus, cookies, etc.
Every once in a while, we'd watch the game. But we mostly watched when commercials came on (funny how it's usually the reverse in every day life - ignoring commercials). I think one of the game's highlights was when the Saints guy carried the ball over half the field for a touch down. That was cool. Other than that, I really can't say much about the game. This is what I know: the Colts and Saints played. They were from New Orleans and Indianapolis. Blue and Gold were the main colors. That's it - and I just re-confirmed that information as I typed with Josh. Actually, I keep calling the Saints, the Spirits. Oh well, we all enjoyed the game. Secretly, we all enjoyed flipping to the Puppy Bowl every now and then too.
As for the commercials, they were okay but a bit disappointing overall. I mean what's up with all wearing no pants commercials or talking babies? Google's Ad was decent, or should I say sickeningly cute. Lots of beer commercials. Nothing too memorable. Okay, maybe the one with the long-horn and the Clydesdale.
In a nutshell, the game was fun, but the friends were better. The good was plentiful and we were all happy. All signs of a successful Super Bowl party.