In which I enjoyed the Superbowl more than I ever have before. (Well, except for that one time years ago when I watched it on coke, that is.)

NLW called me up last week to invite herself over for Superbowl Sunday, because her house was going to be invaded by penis people. I discussed the idea with AmmZon, who was totally into it, and so yesterday we had a little gyno gathering.

AmmZon, NLW, Baby Girl, Raybo, La-la and I gathered in the late afternoon for football (read: Prince and commercials), cocktails (vodka & lemonade), and food: tuna ‘n’ noodle casserole, vegetarian chili, frozen pizza, a variety of munchies, and salad.

And cocktails. Did I mention the delicious cocktails? Cocktails!

It was so wonderful to have a living room fulla bitches, knitting and chatting and drinking and munching and making snide comments about all that spandexed ass on the telly. I had so much fun! I knitted AmmZon some mittens, and had two bowls of chili.

Prince was good. The mix sounded like shit on our television, and I wondered if it was being broadcast in surround sound or if they’d blown some equipment in the rain. I loved the reflective stripes on the dancing marching band people as they boogied around in the dark and the rain. Those annoying, black-clad dancing bitches occluding half the shots of Prince pissed me off, though. Their outfits! What the fuck!