Pathetic

Husband and I just went to the most pathetic Super Bowl party I have ever been to. First of all, we got there with our platter of chicken wings that we were planning to share with everyone but then found out that everyone was supposed to bring their own food. HUH? A party where everyone brings their own food? Why didn't I just stay home so I would at least have something to drink? I had to pilfer a drink off of one of the boys and I admit that I ate one of Marshall's zumos.

Secondly, we were the only married couple there. The remaining five participants were single males. I don't know what it is about single males but for some reason it seems to me that they are missing some part of their functionality. Several of them were crass and crude, using language that you would NEVER in a million years use in front of a woman you hardly know (and yes, I am counting myself as a woman). And, there was also the burping and farting that left me feeling like I was shrouded in their bodily gases.

Thirdly, the single boys took plenty of time throughout the game to talk about girls. They concluded that the Mormon girls in this area are not dateable. One of the reasons they gave is because the girls are over 200 pounds. I wanted to yell, "Umm...excuse me, but have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? You don't even shower on a regular basis! You can't judge people based on higher standards than you, yourself, are willing to adhere to! Besides, there are worse things in the world than having a little extra meat on your bones!"

The only redeeming qualities of the entire thing were that the Giants won (I never thought I would root for New York) and the commercials were hilarious. Thank goodness.