Superbowl Monday

When we found out the SF 49ers were going to the Superbowl, Josh looked at our cable provider’s guide/website/not sure exactly what he did — whatever, and found that they would be airing the Superbowl live over here. I grew up on the West coast where the game always started around 4pm so my rough mental math skills figured out that meant 3am in Bahrain. Um, I’m out. 

We actually aren’t huge football fans — the capability is hidden there somewhere inside me; there have been periods of my life where I was a good fan and followed the game, but I think the last time I watched American football was when we lived stateside (I actually prefer college football because it’s more unpredictable and because they don’t have that stupid overtime rule of whoever kicks a field goal first wins). But more often than not, in my post-kids life, a game is an opportunity for me to have uninterrupted knitting, quilting or gardening time. 

But with the boys getting older, much of the fun of sports is their enthusiasm, so Josh decided to have a middle of the night Superbowl party with them. They bought popcorn, chips, soda and other football appropriate snacks and then went to bed at 8pm. Josh woke them up at 2:30 so they were all settled in front of the TV in time for kickoff. 

When I woke up at 6:15 to shouts of HOLDING!! and WHERE’S THE FLAG, REF!?! I couldn’t believe the game was still going. And then I heard the entire story through sleep filled eyes: about the horrible first half, Beyonce, the long power outage, and then the triumphant return in the second half only to have the victory ripped out of the Niner’s hands by an incomplete pass caused by the defense grabbing on to someone’s jersey. The power outage must have been orchestrated by someone who knew our schedule because the game ended right as it was time to brush teeth and head outside to catch the bus. No need to debate whether to go back to sleep for 30 minutes or tough it out. 

Since I was asleep, I obviously don’t have any photos of their party, but after the boys went off to school, we had our own party/breakfast at Lilou’s. Josh had the day off because some very kind and wise people decided that people staying up all night to watch the Superbowl should be able to sleep in and recover during the day. Josh took a few hour nap, then the 3 of us went to brunch. 

Have I mentioned how amazing the orange juice is here? All the juices are basically fruit thrown in a crusher then poured in a glass. They taste like you’re taking bites of the fruit itself.

After breakfast, we went to restock our kitchen at the new, beautiful grocery store near our house. On the upper floor they have a play place shaped like a pirate ship and an arcade. I think the boys are going to want to play this one . . .