Weekend wrap-up

The dirty thirty party was superfun, but there was no orgy. There was: an attractive yet somewhat boring stripper, lots of dancing, a few surprising hookups, at least one after-party booty call, and a surprise dancefloor hit in a house remix of "satellite of love". FUN.

The next morning (well, afternoon, really), I woke up to a splitting headache and some mild nausea. Obviously, if a doctor was present she would have prescribed a superbowl sunday wake-and-bake but because no doctor was present, I had to administer it to myself. That did the trick and I proceeded to eat my way through the rest of the day with: a bagel with lox, tons of homemade guacamole, and at least two bowls of Vince's four alarm superbowl chili. Although due to the effects of my medication I had a hard time following what was going on, the commercials seemed to mostly be duds, and the half-time show was the worst thing ever. D.P. disagrees and thinks it was the best thing ever. Who's right? Me, obviously. They wheeled papa McCartney out of his crypt and oiled his creaky joints before the performance. Everyone agreed that if they were gonna resort to the Dinosaurs of Rock to avoid any nip-slippage that the Rolling Stones would have been a better choice. There was an obvious (as Jerry Reynolds would say) missed opportunity when Axl Rose did not come out to special guest during "Live and Let Die" (see, this proves how I'm right because D.P. used the lack of special guests as a reason that this was a good half-time show. It is not a half-time show without a special guest. Remember during the Raiders Superbowl when Sting came out to sing with Gwen Stefani? Everyone on the couch almost peed their pants. Because they were under the spell of a good half-time show. ) We were all fervently praying that he would not sing "Hey Jude" and when the opening notes rang out, a collective groan was heard. Next year I think they should bring back the dynamic duo of Rob Lowe and Snow White singing "Proud Mary". I know it was from the Oscars, but it has the appropriate weirdness that a half-time show should have.