just in case you were thinking that it was going to go on forever, a melee of running and tackling and throwing and lots and lots of men grabbing each other. if you came to earth from another planet and watched football, would you think it might be a gay sport? i’m just asking.
lots and lots of grabbing each other.
but it had to come to an end, no more kicking and punting and drinking beer and eating pizza and eating all kinds of stuff…
the rolling stones at halftime were…very rolling-stone like. that keith richards, how is it that he’s still up and living? and his hair, boy it’s horrible and black. mick jagger looked pretty good for a guy who has lived such a life as his, and he’s at least 85, isn’t he? i hope i look that good at 85. except i’m not planning on any plastic surgery. and i know my legs could never be that skinny.
i have to say that when he was dressed in that long sparkly black jacket and he was literally, i mean literally SKIPPING around on the stage, i thought, hmm, once again, gay? of COURSE not, but do you know any straight men who could get away with skipping in a beaded jacket?
it’s a rock star thing, i know. but still.
i guess mick has realized that skipping is a great, great way to get places. you can move really quickly, and it’s fun. it’s the only thing i could do as a child without injuring myself.
ok, that’s not entirely true. i’m pretty sure i was skipping when i crashed through our neighbor’s glass front door and neatly sliced the side of my hand open. the scar is pretty impressive, but since it’s neatly down the side of my hand you don’t really notice it, but it does look like this is where they sewed me up after replacing my entire epidermis. is that the right word, epidermis? all my skin. if i was actually a bionic woman and they replaced all of my insides with bionic things so i’d be faster and stronger and better than anybody else, this is a logical place where they’d then re-apply the skin.
i bet you’re glad i write instead of doing any kind of surgery or anything.
i know i am.
after the halftime we played a game of boggle which seemed to last forever. randy claimed that he was “preoccupied by the game,” which is why he totally lost, but i think he was bound to lose at some point, a person can’t win forever.
instead of beer i had bloody marys with my pizza. the pizza was delicious but i think one bloody mary is really all i ever want anymore. more than that is just too much.
it’s not even 11, and i’m going to sleep now. because i have a very busy week ahead of me.
i hope yours goes well.
ok then,
sunday night grace.