Past Super Bowl Parties

When I think back to all the parties I've been too, only a few stand out. Isn't that the way it usually is though? It's like Christmas parties or birthdays... you know you had them but the details tend to blur away... until you see photos or something to jar your memories.

I don't remember much of last year's SB party...just that everyone was pulling for the Panthers...and they lost. I do remember a delicious dip that had a hint of dill in it and some smoked salmon that way yummi-licous.

The two parties that stand out the most are from 1986 and 1998.

Super Bowl XX Chicago vs NE

And the Bears kicked ass! It was my last semester at ECU. And half the girls on my floor at Greene Dorm were Delta Sigma Phi li'l sisters. I wasn't. Why? Because I refused to sleep with one of the 'Brothers' so I could become a li'l sister. No thanks--they weren't my type...but they did throw good parties. So here I am... forced to go to their Super Bowl party. I wasn't looking forward to it, because the last time I had been over at the Frat house, one of the guys had called me frigid because I declined his offer to show me his balls. See... I had already seen them a few weeks before when he decided to streak through the Frat house wearing nothing but a necktie. I wasn't impressed enough to view them again. But I went to the party.

I remember wearing a black denim mini skirt, black tights, boots and a red sweater. The li'l sisters I went with all had on Chicago sweatshirts except for one... she was a Yank. When we got to the party one of the brothers that I got along with, Andy...saw my sweater and said.."That won't do." He left for a few mins and came back with a Chicago sweatshirt. It was so huge. I remember that it almost covered my mini skirt. The girls scattered and I was alone with the keg and a few of the guys watching the game in the kitchen. I took over the 'pumping' job at the keg. My favorite lines to say as I filled up plastic cups with beer were..."A little head or a lot?" ..."Let me pump it." and "Want me to blow your head?" <--only used when there was more foam than beer. It was so much fun though...and the game was exciting. My voice was hoarse the next day. After the party, we all went downtown to celebrate. It was very ironic ...the sweatshirt. About a week or so later, I went with one of the girls over to the Frat house. She had to drop something off. I had Andy's sweatshirt--washed and folded neatly. While she did what she had to do, I went into the room where they all hung out at and found Andy. I gave him his sweatshirt and hugged him. Telling him how much I appreciated him letting me wear it. I guess the other guys forgot I was at the party and that he had given it to me to wear (I think that's the reason the Bears won--I wore a sweatshirt..lol) ... anyway, the guys assumed Andy and I had sex sometime recently... and they were nicer to me after that. LOL... what ninnies! Super Bowl XXII Denver VS Green Bay

Allen and I hosted a party. He was still in the Charlotte area.... well south of it. York, SC. He invited a bunch of his Charlotte area buddies. It was a small crowd of around 15 or so. I made some killer hors d'oeuvres. I was forced to hang out with the women though. Strange how the sexes were so divided at that party. The women sat in the kitchen, looking at a Cosmo mag I had brought with me. None of them ventured into the den to watch the game. I kept going in there to see the score and to tease the guys... I was pulling for Denver. Most of them were for Green Bay, including Al. He seemed proud of that though. Having my own mind and own opinion about things met with Al's approval. He would brag to his friends that his lady was bright and could use her mind.

What he didn't like was me reading Cosmopolitian magazines! He said that the articles made me think too much like a woman!!! And he would get prodded after I read the articles. Which wasn't true. I would prod him anyway.... mainly because he wasn't very open with communications unless it was about him or something he needed. Let me mention that I was unhappy or that I needed something from him--even if it was just for him to listen to me talk...he would changed the subject.

Damn..got off the subject. Since I got off the subject, I'll go over another one right fast...a succulent guy just came in for a passport. Tall, black hair, an aquiline nose, black eyes and a big white smile... I see a poem cumming.. I mean coming. lol.. Dad's not here so the guy is going to work out and then come back after 4. ...I can think of a work out that would benefit both of us. Damn... where's my come-hither lipstick...

Ok...back to the subject. The party was fun. Even if I was stuck in the kitchen a lot of the time. Scott, Al's friend from Lumberton who was living with him in Charlotte for a while, was a ladies' man. Scott spent as much time in the kitchen, helping me as he did with the guys. He kept bending over, so the girls would look at his ass. I confess...at that time it was something worth viewing. Even I eyeballed it. After he walked out of the kitchen towards the end of the night, I told the women that it was too bad I didn't have bread to bake, because with Scott in the kitchen it would have risen all by itself. lol

But the Broncs won and I was one of the few people gloating. After the game was over and all the guests were gone, Al had me sit on his lap. He stroked my hair and kept telling me how great of a hostess I was. How the party was the best and that even if I cheered for the wrong team (albeit the winning team), it didn't matter, because I was the best and his lady.

To think... a year and 1 month later, I would be ending the relationship.

Yea... Super Bowl games... gotta love 'em.