Sooo tired last night -- I could barely move. I had to cancel a dinner meetup with two of my pals -- so unlike me. Think of all the goss I missed hearing too.
The tiredness continued most of the day but now I have roused myself to start getting ready for Superbowl day tomorrow. We are leaving early to drive to St Pancras station in London to meet my Louisiana friend Jeanne who is Eurostaring it over from Paris to see the New Orleans Saints play later.
The New Orleans Saints were a joke football team for my most of my life. They were so bad that fans would make paper airplanes to fly around the Superdome to amuse themselves while New Orleans lost. Then suddenly, a few years ago, they started to improve.
No one ever thought they would make it to the Superbowl so this is big news to us Southerners.
I get amused when I read how English newspapers cover the Superbowl for their readers. "It's not just overstuff sissies in shoulder pads," one counselled its readers today.
The game doesn't start until midnight and goes on until 3 or 4 am so we are all going to take a long nap tomorrow evening to be ready.
I got a bunch of American junk food in preparation and made a faux Rotel dip already. (Rotel tomatoes are special hot ones grown in Texas -- you combine that with Velveeta cheese for a fab warm dip.)
My daughter has been trying to explain the New Orleans catchphrase for the Saints 'Who Dat' to her fancy English friends but they don't get it.
Fingers crossed for our team.
Saturday, 6 February 2010
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Rotel is tomatoes mixed with hot peppers - and must be combined with Velveeta cheese, which I'm surprised you were able to find - since it's not much of a gourmet export.
Oh, ya'll know I don't eat that fatty greasy crap. but at least you won't have to pretend to like the dish I sampled yesterday at my veggie co-op store: "Touchdown Tabbouleh"! scooped up with brown rice crisps)!! Tasted delicious to me, but I wouldn't dare serve it to big ol' meaty MEN, who MUST HAVE ANIMAL FLESH/GREASE (topped with melted cheese) or die...
"It's not just overstuff sissies in shoulder pads,"
...I hear the players are also on steroids and into dog-fighting, guns and hos.
I'll be watching a recording of the ceremonies - I love them, they're almost like the opening of the Olympics - but I'll turn off when the action starts, and stops, and starts, and stops... the 6 Nations has kicked off if you want that kind of action!
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