If you're from anywhere near Pittsburgh, I know what your plans are for the evening. They involve either putting on 15 layers of clothing and filling up coolers of beer and snausages or they involve yelling at a flat-screen tv or 20 and eating beer and snausages.
If you live in New Orleans and you're a member of the Junior League Transfers group, you are currently having your left foot and calf humped by a four-month-old terrier-poodle mix (oh wait, that's just me). Actually you have a dinner planned for 5:30 p.m. CT that has been on the calendar for two months. The timing would have been altered if the beloved Saints were playing today. But they are not. But the Stillers are! So the kick-off time for the party and for the game coincide perfectly.
Now I really love being a member of the Junior League. We help homeowners renovate houses, donate backpacks to school kids, and donate funds to shelters. We also have kick-ass social activities. Like tonight would have been if there weren't a kick-ass game to watch.
So I was torn. Attend the party at the mansion with all my new girlfriends and drink wine and try everyone's potluck dish, OR go the bar or to J & G's back yard and drink beer and eat tortilla chips (snausages?) and bite my fingernails as Roethlisberger gets sacked again and again? I'm going halfsies. First half with the ladies. Second half with the fans or foes.
We saw some clip about Rex Ryan last night and how he's always telling his players to just "be yourself." Riiight, as long as "yourself" is faster, stronger, smarter and better than your Steelers counterpart. Well, Mark Sanchez is definitely cuter than Big Ben, so they've got that.
Which reminds me. Yesterday we were walking in the Quarter with Buddy!, who we discovered is scared of brass instruments. He actually backed himself up into an ornate lamppost, he was so terrified. But he got used to it. We ran into a miniature greyhound and his owner who called his dog "Rexy." Rexy is a rescue who apparently used to beat the crap out of other dogs, but is now "spoiled rotten." Buddy! got to be his first attempt at socializing, which we didn't realize at the time. The owner was so happy that Rexy did so well and apparently didn't rip off Buddy!'s ear or something.
Then I went to the fancy dog "barkery" and got Buddy! a treat shaped like a squirrel.
Go Steelers!
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