I woke up on Super Bowl Sunday to see snow falling outside my window. Instead of pulling on my big girl panties and heading out for my 8 mile run, I decided to go to the Y. I did a 60 min spin class followed by 5 easy miles on the treadmill. It’s been a while since I’ve been to spin and it felt oh so good to be back sweating all over the bike.
I came home and baked yet another dessert (cherry crumble made with Door County cherries that I still had in my freezer from last summer!) before it was time to go to the big party. Everyone was decked out in Packer gear and ready for the big game.
My little cousin Brynn was very resourceful and repurposed her cheesehead as a sippy cup holder. Genius.
The game was playing on approximately 18 TV’s throughout the house, so wherever you went, you never missed a moment. There was the kitchen crew, and yes, they were playing Scrabble during the game. The addiction runs deep, my friends.
There was the home theatre contingent, watching on the biggest and loudest screen of all. Hard core.
There were the living room peeps chillin’ on the couch. Like father, like son.
And then there was the basement bunch, not to be confused with the adjacent home theater crew.
Who can spot the biggest dork in this photo? You’re right, it’s me. But a close second is my cousin Tim just popping his head in to make an appearance in our cute little picture. There was much celebrating after every Packer score.
And you better believe there was a dance party with the Black Eyed Peas during half time.
Dear family, aren’t you glad that I have no qualms about posting embarrassing photos of myself and all of you on the interwebs? Thank you for dealing with me my entire life.
The PACKER VICTORY was oh so sweet! Oh.so.sweet.
Speaking of sweets, I believe I consumed 1 cookie, 1.5 pieces of banana cake, 2 caramel bars, 1 piece of banana bread, and 2 pieces of cherry crumble with ice cream. Like I said, oh so sweet.
In celebration, my uncle Mike busted out a 1996 bottle of Napa Valley Cabernet from his ginormous wine cellar. Seriously, he’s got over 500 bottles down there. We all got to try a sip.
It was probably the best wine I have ever tasted, and I don’t even want to speculate on the price of the bottle.
With that, we headed home and promptly hit traffic on the freeway. Downtown Milwaukee was out of control, there were streets blocked off by police cars, drunken fans walking all over the place, you know, typical Milwaukee stuff. We arrived home approximately 47 minutes past my bedtime, which made for a rude awakening this morning. I had to bribe myself to go swimming with the promise of a pre-work coffee stop. I cut my swim five minutes short in the name of caffeine and it was worth it.
Did you watch the game? What was your favorite commercial?
My favorite was totally the VW commercial with the kid dressed as Darth Vader. Priceless.