FMPU attended a Super Bowl party last weekend and left very disheartened.
The party was, by all standards, damn good. Attended by a young horny couple busy making out most of the first half, a enraged female Giants fan who screamed at 90% of the plays, and a very flamboyant daddy (with his wife). Also in the crowd were a few of my long-time friends from high school.
As I sat there investigating commercials for paranormal activity (I wasn't all that let down!) and rooting for Gronkowski to nab the game's MVP award (a HUGE letdown, but I took the bet at 15-1 odds), the one thing that kept striking at my senses was just how unusual those old-time friends are. After this many years you'd think there'd be a little more love, but all I got was weird vibes. Oh we laughed a bit, and caught up briefly, but man, I just couldn't help thinking how to reconnect with them without coming off sounding like an idiot. First I told them a few things and it was back to the same old bashing, then they stared at me when I told them I got Burning Man tickets. That set me off, I guess. Here I am, sitting here with two tickets to the 2012 BM, and I can't help but think it may not be my scene after all. Then I had a sudden shart of enthusiasm, and decided it was a time to tell them to blow me as a collective unit. And they looked at me like I came from space.
So much for the old times.