The Superbowl & Other Miscellaneous Things
posted in Life in LA, The Kitchen Sink |Yay, the Patriots won! Yes, I only half-assed watched the game and yawned through most of the parts I did watch, but there’s still a twinge of pride that my team won. It’s funny how people become enamored of teams that only have a loose connection to their own lives. Merely by living in Boston for three years, and breathing the same arctic air as the Patriots, I have somehow adopted them as “my” team (second only to the Niners because I was raised in the Bay Area and because if I say otherwise, there is a reasonably large chance my parents would disown me).
Luckily, I survived a foray to Hollywood’s Sunset Room last night and made it to a friend’s Superbowl party in Pasadena today. Barely. It was touch and go for much of last night. At least the parts I remember. There may have been some pitiful whimpering cries of “I’m dying” as I curled up in the fetal position on the couch, broken only by occasional belligerent shouts of “Why don’t you guys care that I’m dyiiinnnggg?!!!” Most of you already know I have a tendancy towards melodrama and histrionics when drunk. And when sober. Oh, and no, I didn’t run into any walls this time round. Thanks for asking.
Visited the Getty again, which really is breath-taking. Managed to avoid spitting over the rails. I’ve been informed that something about the combination of heights and rails triggers a spitting impulse in guys. I’m just going to take this statement at face value since I have absolutely no desire to try and prove it.
Sigh. Work tomorrow.