What I remember about last year's Super Bowl is that it was depressing as hell. It wasn't that Green Bay won the game, but that I was home alone watching it.
I'm uncertain why I did this but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Except it wasn't.
Super Bowls are family and friends, chips and dips, chicken wings and pizza, wine and beer. There is the game of course, and the funniest commercial to be on the look-out for, and a half-time show that may or may not be memorable. That was always the way it had been.
Then two years ago I can't even remember the Super Bowl. I was suddenly single and likely wasted out-of-my-mind. The other day Maddie was telling me about the 2009 game and I had no recollection of it what-so-ever (sorry Stacy Jennings). I remember listening to ten year old Maddie tell me about something that I know far more about than she does.
I knew nothing.
Yesterday was so different.
Starting at Bar Church, where we were all spotting a Samuel Adams in recovery from surgery, we rocked! The vibe was good, the music soared and the Kingdom came on earth as it is in heaven. I preached but was immediately forgiven by the congregation of Bikers, Bar-flies, those rising from the deaths that occurred on Saturday night, a former politician and a current member of the Methodist Church who is quitting them to join us.
(God is leading us to have a transfer of membership service where anybody who wants to quit the Steeple they've been attending can do so. We will send a scroll to aforementioned Steeple demanding their letter of membership or we be coming after your booty Mate! Especially the fine booty in the Soprano and Alto Section of your choir! AAARRRGGG-MEN! Then Methodist, Baptists, Presbyterians and other known sinners will show up with the transfer of membership letters and ... we'll burn them. Cause we really don't give a shit about things like that.)
Anyway, then I went to a little girl's birthday party in the park. It was almost 80 degrees on island in February and life was good. We ate cake, washed it down with PBR and played in the playground. We played in the cemetery until we were ran out for waking up the dead.
Then it was time for the Super Bowl.
And the house was full of love and celebration. We watched, ate, laughed, snuggled and ... enjoyed it.
This morning I stumbled into the Breakfast Club where once again I lost the Super Bowl Pool. Then I came back home with an incredible sense of expectation and joy. The weather has turned windy and somehow 20 degrees vanished overnight.
So I may as well ... work. I've got plenty to do. People from everywhere all seem to be wanting something at once. My list of things to do is ridiculously long and complicated.
But unlike last year, the Super Bowl was fun last night.
As was Ava's party in the park ...
As was Bar Church ...
As is everything these days.
