The NFL Goes to the Pitts
The Pittsburgh Steelers hung-in there and pulled-off a surprise win at last night’s Super Bowl. Of course, I was front-and-center to catch the action – well, hold on, let me be honest and say that my entourage (yeah, me and boys were running quite a few deep) showed-up to the yearly north Harlem Super Bowl party to join close to 100 men circulating throughout four different apartments. Okay, so we arrived at the festivities just as the fourth quarter was getting started, but I know where my heart lies, so I went for the boys with the brightly colored yellow-tinged ensemble. Two Raspberry Cruzan and OJs later and the cheers from the thug-ilicious men was at a frenzied pitch. I made my way through the narrow hallway of one of the testosterone filled cribs to get my third refill and asked one of the brick-sh*t-house built brothas what the score was. He smiled coyly and said 21-10. I passed one of the television screens and noticed there were only three seconds left. You would think that this is where the party breaks up and ends…but NO… not a semi-DL Super Bowl party. The Steelers win prompted a refill across the board and everyone sported a fresh drink to go with their fresh attitudes. By drink four I wasn’t sure if someone had added something cooked-up in a bathtub in Tijuana to my beverage, but I felt like Lisa-Lisa was blaring in my head….something about, “I wonder if I take you home…” but I digress. Jay-Jay, Bobby and I made a beeline for our coats and were caught up in a good-bye processional of kisses, hugs and occasional groping. Nothing like a game of ball to get the boyz going.
Marooned and Glad About It
Annette R. aka Freakin’ Rican, Carmen C., Krissy, Juana E. and moi’ had a heck of a dinner party Friday night. In our final send-off to Freakin’ Rican’s 30s, we sat for an amazingly tasty dinner at Chelsea hot-spot Maroons. The dinner was exquisite and the company was superb. Thank you ladies for a night of high-calorie high-jinx.
Long Story Short
With our ski-trip weekend less than a month away the question for Evelyn M. is can we squeeze one more person in? Hit us up in the comments area and let us know if we can still have last-minute add-ons to our ski trip attendee list. If you’re interested in joining us for some fun by the fire hit us up in the comments as well. February 17 is the first of the footloose Friday jam coordinated by Carmen C. at La Maganette in midtown Manhattan. Each month Carmen has scheduled a Friday to get together after work and release some of that weeklong pressure. I got it… my new laptop arrived and I purchased my wireless router this weekend. We should be up and running by mid-week and have pictures available to share of the group to help put a face with those blogger names. Can someone say, “Monthly profile” of sorts. Whatcha think?
That’s far enough. Last night I noticed that some of our party attendees were married or in relationships, but were flirting heavily. I won’t/can’t say that anyone crossed the line between flirtation and infidelity, but when does flirting cross the line into disrespect of your partner? Does it matter if your partner is present or not? Is this behavior just “flirting” with relationship disaster?
Keep passin’ the open windows…