For the past several years, I would do just that. The plan for Super Bowl was arranged weeks in advance with all my friends. Most of the time, we would be out all Saturday night, grab a few hours of sleep, meet at our local bar for Bloody Marys, and spend the entire day laughing, drinking, and eating. Long after the game was over, I would still be hanging around, not quite ready to go home. I was having too much fun. Superbowl Sunday always evolved into this:
Thankfully, I was their best customer and all the drivers knew exactly where I lived because by that time, I certainly had no idea.
Miraculously, I never missed a Post- Super Bowl Monday at work but it wasn't easy. I would be exhausted, hung-over and grouchy. Thank God for life savers:
This year, Super Bowl Sunday was different. Of course plans were made, but I chose not to take part. My phone rang off the hook all day and night but I never answered it. My friends left "Where the heck are you?" messages. This year, I decided to have a little party at home - a nice, quiet, reserved afternoon and evening with my family. You see, for most of my adult life I have always been too busy having fun to spend any real quality time this guy.....