Never was a Cornflake Girl…

Superbowl Sunday

Posted on: February 1, 2009

Superbowl Sunday has always been an okay day for me.  I think it’s because I remember many many years ago that Superbowl Sunday was the day I learned I could have an orgasm with a man.  You girls totally know what I’m talking about.  Like, when you started having sex, wasn’t it like you could enjoy sex, but you only got off masturbating?  I’m sure this is not just me, because I know some people it takes much much longer to be able to get off with their boyfriends/husbands.

I learned this when I was pretty young I guess, I dunno.  I don’t what age a person “should” learn things.  But ever since then, nothing can really get me down around Superbowl Sunday.  In college I remember driving back up to Louisville from Decatur to party with Jeff E. on SS and we shot tequila at his uncle’s.  Chris McMullen was there.  And no one from EC was… it was like a nice little break from EC drama and madness.  Another good SS memory.

I hate football.  And pretty much like every other televised sport.  I tried to like it, I did… but nothing about it interests me.  I go to high school games sometimes, and that’s okay because I know the kids down there playing, cheering, in the band.  It’s nice to see them enjoying normal high school things, especially when I so often have to hear about all the things that are wrong in their lives.  Nice to see something go well.

Last night.  I kept it together pretty well.  Had a great great time, and I’d say it went just about perfectly.  Tonight, Superbowl party at Rae’s.  I feel certain there are a few of us who could care less about the game, and I look forward to a little wine with yall.

I just wanted to post this saying happy Superbowl Sunday.  I’m going to take the kids on a picnic at Enid before the party.  I’m sure they’ll be excited to play with Rae’s kids and we’ll all get to visit tonight.  I wonder about the rest of you, my far-away friends, and how you’ll all be spending the day.  I hope you get to do what you want and you get to spend time with some of your favorite people.  And I hope it’s magical!

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2 Responses to "Superbowl Sunday"

“and I hope it’s magical” Hahahahaha. I wish it was going to be magical! Damn distance!!!!! 🙂

Heh. Unfortunately, Super Bowl Sunday holds no sentimental/sexual/anykindof value to me. I don’t remember the anniversary of my first orgasm caused by another person. Now I kind of wish I did. That’d be a fun thing to celebrate annually! lol.

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