Last weekend, like many of you, I went to a Super Bowl party.
The party was a neighborhood block party and our friends, Keith and Kelly, were involved in hosting it. There were at least 150 people at the party, probably more. Keith and Kelly have a neighbor who moved to Orange County from New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina destroyed his home. He's converted their entire neighborhood into Saints fans.
It had rained all day on Saturday, but Super Bowl Sunday was a beautiful day. I took a few snapshots with my handy point-and-shoot so I could share the day with you.
There was a three hour New Orleans/Mardi Gras style party before the Super Bowl game even began. We were running late and missed a lot of it, but we did arrive in time to hear Bennie and the Swamp Gators, an authentic cajun zydeco band, play. They were great!
There were ice chests all over the place filled with beer and other drinks. There were also tables up and down the street covered with endless amounts of food.
What kind of food?
Well, they had a shrimp boil, a few big pots of jambalaya, crawdads, and a lot more.
We enjoyed a taste of New Orleans right here in Orange County.
They also had "bounce houses" set up for the young kids in the neighborhood.
The funniest moment of the party occurred when we were all hanging out on the street at halftime. A very drunk woman was talking to my friend's husband, Joe. As we approached she realized my friend, Diane, was his wife. She apologized to Diane for "flirting" with her husband. Diane laughed it off and said, "Go right ahead, he probably loves it." Joe made a quick exit, rolling his eyes, as the inebriated woman proceeded to gab (on and on) to us.
I thought the woman was not only out of her mind drunk, but also, very offensive and bigoted from the comments she was making. I walked away from her very quickly. A few minutes later Diane was giving me the "save me" signal, but I hesitated … contemplating whether I dare subject myself to the obnoxious woman again. A moment later, I saw Diane practically run into a nearby home to escape the woman.
It turns out the woman, who was married, had told Diane how attracted she was to Diane's husband Joe. Then she commented on Diane's "beautiful blue eyes" and began coming on to her … including trying to touch her. She made it clear she was interested in both sexes, and "everyone hooks up with everyone else at Super Bowl parties anyway, don't they? So it doesn't really matter …."
There's just nothing like a drunk swinger at a neighborhood, family, block party. And before all of you blame this incident on Orange County or California, I think it's important to let you know the Drunk Swinger Woman was from Wisconsin.
I suppose drunk swingers can be found almost anywhere?
A few of my (non-swinger) friends were nice ( perhaps drunk?) enough to agree to be photographed for Twenty Four At Heart. Along the top row of the collage below, you will see from left to right: Keith (our host), Shannon, and Ray.
That might be me in the picture at the bottom of the collage. I had a little to drink before I started posing with the blow up Saints player. I don't want to hear any jokes about Roxxxy or blow up dolls, okay? (Besides, at this point in the party I think the Saints blow-up guy was looking pretty good to me.)
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