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February 07, 2003

SuperBowl

So time and tide has once again kicked my ass. Here's the scoop on a Super Bowl.

I had such a great time giving the Epiphany party that I decided to have a party for the Super Bowl. I decided it would be easy at it would be a "Bring Your Own" party. So out my evite goes to my low key party and of course it gets bigger and bigger and the more the merrier. Friends brought beer and jello shots, chips, dips, wings and a jovial manner. I brought sandwich stuff and some killer sausage bread from Vitamia. We were ready for some football. As for me, I was rooting for Tampa. They were the jokes of the NFL for so long, it was great to see them making good. And I never liked Oakland for some reason. I think maybe Deon Sanders used to play for them at a time when I realized I didn't like him at all. Also, I was in Tampa when the Bucs won the Championship so I felt a sort of kinship for the town. I scored a television from Rhett's grandfather who had passed away last year so we were watching the show on two screens. It was like a sports bar! without the scantilly clad buxom white girls crying over broken ankles to get more tips. I tried telling every body that we were watching the show on 46 inches of television but it just wasn't quite the same as say, Rhett's 47" Flat Screen or my brother's 53"er. Some of my friends came, some of Rhett's friends came. It was, once again a great mix.

In any case I am discovering how much I really get into having parties. I think perhaps it's my Texas genes. Or maybe it's that little piece of Southern Hospitality we Texans inherited from the Old South; a thread of commonality that probably did more harm than good in the long run as it put us on the wrong side of a Civil War that most Texans didn't really much care for in the first place. I'm no vanquishing Southern Belle mind you. Even Scarlett, who never went hungry again, has always seemed a little fru-fru to me. All that la-dee-da bullshit and the manipulation of trying to snag a man or piss off a man or make a man jealous or entice a man. I suppose that for her time Scarlet was pretty liberated. Those girlie notions could have been a way of dealing with the system. Maybe.

Personally, I have always considered myself more along the lines of Slue Foot Sue. Larger than life and gregarious and sometimes a little big for my britches. I would have loved to try my hand at Widowmaker, Pecos Bill's horse. I rememeber in 5th grade I wrote a play about Pecos Bill and Slue Foot Sue that some of my classmates and I got to act out. I was so proud of my handiwork. And so glad to have come across a gal like Sue. Bold and tall like me (well, I was tall. Maybe not quite so bold at the time but I definitely had the yearning to speak my mind.) and able to ride any horse on the planet...except for Widowmaker that is. I think there are lots of Slue Foot Sues in the world these days. And Pecos Bill, well, he's just a legend.

For an interesting twist on the Pecos Bill legend check out this link. I find the difference in attitude of the two links I am including really comical. I think it must have been interpreted by a man...most likely divorced. Pecos Bill Revised.

Posted by mermu at February 7, 2003 06:33 PM

Comments

Either you are having lots of great sex with old Rhett, or you are having none and are steeped in sorrow and misery. Share with us--we miss you! This year has been sparse. Guess that's a side effect of having only one innermost thought instead of lots of them.

Hope you are doing well and having the great sex rather than the other.

Posted by: Elizabeth at February 15, 2003 01:39 AM

I have the compulsive hospitality gene too, although since having a child I've managed to stamp it down a bit. But I do love having people over and doing things up nice for them--getting out fun dishes and glasses, setting the right atmosphere, etc.

Posted by: Elizabeth at February 13, 2003 12:30 AM

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