Post by Lucy @ My Life As Lucille
I have a secret. I'm not a huge football fan. GASP! It's true. I only show up for the snacks and beer.
I'm a Minnesota native, a former Texan and a Wisconsin resident. Which means...
I've lived in Viking-ville, then I was a fan of the Houston Oilers who moved to Tennessee. I briefly supported the Tennessee Oilers before they decided that sounded stupid and changed their name to the Tennessee Titans. After that, we moved back to Viking-ville and finally ended up here in the land of Cheese Heads. Why would anyone purposely call themselves that? Needless to say, I'm a less than loyal fan of any NFL team...especially the Packers after the Favre sexting his pig skin story broke.
The real reason I tuned in to the Super Bowl last night was to see Beyonce kick ASS on stage. And she did. She is an amazing singer and performer. And she is beautiful. And classy. And she showed us all. So THERE, haters. On a side note, my sister Merrilyn partied with her and Destiny's Child back in Chicago in 2003. True story.
I wonder, how IS it possible for Beyonce to be even hotter 10 years later than she was in 2003? Seriously.
But did anyone else besides me think half time went a little long? I mean, after about the first 25 minutes I started to lose interest. A little. Also, I overdid it on the wings and the Pho. Nothing says, Super Bowl Party like Buffalo Wings and Vietnamese soup, right?
Since I hadn't had anything to drink yet and my guts were burning, I decided to run to the Piggly Wiggly for a six pack of malt beverage to put the fire out. Yes. Piggly Wiggly is a real store.
L.O.L.
Our local Piggly Wiggly has a walk-in beer cooler with those 2 inch thick plastic curtains for doors. You know. Because they sell as much beer as produce, but warm beer is against the law in Wisconsin. So they have to have their own room for it. I stepped in the cooler, loaded up with two armfuls of beer and aimed my head out the seam of the plastic curtains. And I got stuck. I looked like a total klutz with my head poking outside the cooler curtains and my elbows bent clutching the beer on the inside. Naturally, I did what any normal person who was trapped in the beer cooler would do. I backed up into the cooler, put the beer down and tweeted.
And YOU, being wise and ever-supportive tweeps offered me this:
Then the manager asked me to leave so I was forced to go back home and watch the rest of the game with Desi. I watched with one eye open, drifting in and out of consciousness and dreaming about Pho.
I <3 the souper bowl.
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