Steel It

First of all ........... *go steelers* ........... now i know a lot of you aren't huge football fans, or sports fans at all. i, however, am. i love football on tv or live, and can usually enjoy any sport if i'm actually at the game and within throwing distance of a frosty beverage. so clearly when Super Bowl Sunday XL (heretofore named "game day"), came upon the horizon, i began the intense search for an appropriate game day party.

my roommate bess knows anything and everything about college football. she's southern, so i think "football 101" is part of mandatory freshmen curriculum. I prefer pro-football...mainly b/c i'm getting old, so it's creepy when i'm fawning over a 22 yr old quarterback from kansas.

after some picking and choosing, i decided that a frat-style party being thrown by a coworker was the "best" option. the evite was littered with tawdry tales from the previous game day party, as well as the promise of endless beer and dips. **cha-ching**. i didn't know the host very well (i.e., at all), except for two drunken conversations at work functions. reaaal professional missy. so naturally bess and i latched onto a couple of invitees i did know. i threw on my game day "GAME ON" t-shirt, grabbed a handle of tequila, spinach dip and ran out the door just in time for kickoff.

the crowd was everything i expected, totally fratastic/sorority-rific...a predictable bunch - full of stories, knit caps and tank tops. most of you would probably have thrown up at the sight, but i had fun. the trio of dudes hosting the party had just invested in a flat screen tv the size of my apartment, there was a table of dips n desserts, a grill was fired up precariously on the 4'x6' balcony and the keg was chilling happily in the kitchen. excellent.

bess and i settled in a safe spot and watched the steelers knock the seahawks around. (ftr - i don't think that Roethlisberger's borderline TD should have counted, but i'm glad it did). Amid laughing at the raucous group around me, a coworker informed us that a fellow partier worked for hustler and edits porn. naturally, this meant that prizes for one of the many football pools was free porn. after each quarter, a squirrelly, unkempt and moderately unattractive guy would stand up and announce the latest recipient of "luscious latinas" and "anal action" DVDs. hoorah!

the porn awarding was overshadowed only at half-time. by the Rolling Stones you ask? not at our party. half time was a seemingly prime opportunity for our hosts to show their 30+ guests highlights from "Dancing with the Stars." yes, you read that right. apparently someone in the crowd had a little fetish for Stacey Kiebler, the "smokin" WWE female wrestler who's cleanin up on "DwtS." her legs are about as long as my entire body and she wears only glittery scraps of fabric....need i say more?!? but they actually had it tivo'ed. =\

4 quarters deep, the keg was kicked, bottles of less-filling miller light were carted in and the steelers danced their way into XL history. we thanked the people we didn't know, geared up for Grey's Anatomy and headed out. game day XL made me realize that the problem with crappy beer is you can drink multiple solo cups-worth (like i did) and still not really be blitzed. *how obvious of you missy* ..... alas, both good beer and bad still make you believe you really need that burrito at taco bell. i did.