Party Time

Sunday I did manage to drag my butt to Jake's patio for an all American burger. France and Mexico's war in my belly seemed to have subdued a lot at this time. While Incredible and I sat on the patio: he came up with a brilliant idea: a superbowl party at his place.

I know, it's not original. But brilliant in my eyes for a couple of reasons: One and the most important one to him, is that we never seem to have a group of people that we hang out with.
Meaning, I have my friends--which do include couples. I think the idea of double dating, or group dating is fabulous. You know men in one corner talking sports, women in the kitchen gossiping. I don't know why the idea of that makes me so happy.
We (me and him) never hang out with them.

Then he has his friends, who let's just say the first time I met these hussies was at his birthday party that they planned for him and I only knew him a month. The girls are not exactly my cup of tea; I would never gravitate towards them for a friendship. They are the type that go to strip clubs (for men) to appear cool to boys. Do you know what I mean?

I don't understand that type of girl at all. Yes, I've been to a strip club (for men) twice. The first time, was a dare. The second time was the middle of the day. I won't dare share what I was doing there in the middle of the day--have you seen one at noon? It is full of creepy creeps. They look to be my grandpa's ages, spending their social security on dollar rolls to stuff down a g-string.
I think someone needs to study this girl--the one who think that she will be seen as the cool chick that can hang at strip bars with boys.

Hey, if you go, you go. But these girls that Incredible know, go all the time.

Like every Thursday night. They know the bouncers (who, yeah think they are so cool!). They tried to convince me to once, luring me with $2 drink specials and all you can eat buffets---they must know me better than I thought. I passed. Because HELLO!?!

Incredible thinks that we don't get along...yeah because I look down at them for attending strip bars every week. Can you blame me?
I really think that they don't like me because each one of them at some point has fooled around with, uhm, yeah, wait for it...Incredible.
Ages ago, people. Ancient history. They've known each other for ten plus years. What else can I do?

He thinks that his SuperBowl party can warm everyone up to each other; so we can all get along. One big happy.
I'm game.
To be honest I'm more game because it's a party and we know what that means...PARTY PLANNING!
I'm so wet with glee.

AP gave me a book, called Celebrations!. It gives you party planning tips and menus for any event you can think of. And yes, there's a Sports Party menu. I've been looking forward to using this book since she gave it to me on my birthday. Now I can! YIPPEE. Forget the strip club groupies, I got a party to plan.

I'm thinking of also having a hot dog bar. I'm also in the middle of brainstorming on some football...cupcakes. Let the party planning paranoia begin!