I bet your Superbowl party didn't have wafflebowl football cupcakes. I'm just saying.
These were made by Amy, of course. We hosted a small gathering here with cupcakes, queso, and homemade pizza rolls. And alcohol. And if you think, just because this was an all girl party, that there wasn't screaming and cursing at the TV, think again:
I was a little torn about which team to cheer for. See, as a Packer fan, I have an instinctual desire to see the Bears lose. And yet, I always root for the NFC team in the Superbowl. Also, the Packers beat the Bears, and wouldn't it have been impressive for them to have beaten the World Champions? In the end, I guess I wound up yelling for the Bears, mostly because Melissa was the person most into the game and was screaming for the Colts. Our party was nothing if not Fair and Balanced.
I am not ashamed to admit that I was pretty excited about Prince performing at half-time. (Am I the only one who has noticed a trend in halftime performers ever since the Janet Jackson incident? Namely that none of them have breasts?) And when he started performing Purple Rain in the rain I had a scary thought. Maybe Prince controls the weather. It's just a theory.
I would like to thank Prince for performing both Purple Rain and Let's Go Crazy. I don't know what that business in the middle was, but it certainly did not involve a little red corvette, raspberry beret, OR doves of any sort. And, for me, the show was worse for it.
In the end, of course, the Colts triumphed. I found it a little surprising, considering that they were playing out in the elements, which doesn't tend to be easy for nancyboys who play in domes. But well done, Colts. And too bad, Bears.
And too bad for all of us, because now there's no football for a solid six months. What's a girl to do with her Sundays? And Monday nights? And pent up fist-shaking fury?
And most importantly: would you like a cupcake? We've got leftovers.