Usually the AFC game and the Superbowl are held at my house. It’s just tradition. So, two Sundays ago, we had a houseful of people and I cooked like crazy. The group consisted of my husband’s friends from his softball team and if they wished, their wives. With one of the women I am am very close and we always connect about what we are going to cook for any of these get togethers. She always makes amazing chicken wings. I always make my hot Mexican dip. The other women called except for one. I don’t particularly like the one who didn’t call and that’s one of the reasons. She’s a stupid, inconsiderate bitch. Anyway, she and her husband show up and with their kids. I don’t care if they bring their kids, but call and say so. I am cooking. She hands me a bag of Purdue chicken poppers. All of us busted our ass to make something and she stopped at the store on her way here. But sure, we’ll all cook so we can feed your fucking family.
After the game, she announces that she is having the Super Bowl at her house. Mouths dropped and everybody looked at me and Mr. Chatty. Sure, less work for me. I have purposely NOT called her to ask what I can bring. Fuck her. I will bring what I want and I will bring what I know the guys like. My friend made the mistake of calling and she was told, “well, why don’t you tell me what you were thinking of bringing and I will tell you if that is ok.” Are you serious? So, my friend tells her that she usually brings the chicken wings. She was told that she had enough meat as she was “making” the chicken she brought to my house so she should bring a vegetable. EXCUSE ME? Who the fuck eats vegetables at a football game? I make a huge roast, meatballs, and mexican dip and she is going to open one bag of frozen chicken poppers? WTF is wrong with people??
She then proceeds to say that she hopes people eat in her dining room as she doesn’t want food in her living room….where the television is. EXCUSE ME? You sat your ass on my love seat, in my living room with your KIDS and stuffed your face. My friend then made the mistake of asking what time to come over. She said, “well, how about 6:00.” The game starts at 6:18. This woman is a freak.
I am not bringing the Mexican dip like she assumes I will. I am making my kielbasa and pineapple because my husband asked for it. We are all bummed that we have to go there, but are going out of respect for the husband. Me? I am going to hopefully watch a football game with my husband and friends. I will try to ignore her, but I am bringing a bottle of wine…
Stumble it!
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
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Forget the bottle – bring a magnum! I hate her.
Ick.
Hope it all turns out okay.
And eating in the dining room??? What’s that all about. Duh.
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Oh for CHRIST’S SAKE. She’s sucking all the fun out of the game.
Good luck, Honey. Make the announcement TODAY that the next SB is at your place. Honestly – I’d make that announcement quietly and leave her out of it, but that’s just me…
Oh.My.God.
I applaud you for going at all, girl. I would have arranged a separate Super Bowl party, and left her out of it. But that’s just me!
Hang in there and enjoy the game, regardless!!! Actually IN SPITE of her!!
Try NOT to spill any wine on her rug!!!
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I hope you have a good time despite the uncaring bitch throwing the party.
There are some things that should not be left with. Superbowl Sunday is one of them.
Once you finish off the bottle of wine… spike her over the head with it before doing a victory dance over her knocked out ass.
Why in the hell does she want to host it anyway? It sounds like she’s going half assed on the food and doesn’t want to be bothered.
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LAME!! You could get stomach cramps from the frozen poppers and leave early. That’s what I would do. GOOD LUCK!
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I am sure that no one will want to go to another Super Bowl party at her house. It sounds like it’s going to SUCK!
You should hosted a party, too. I bet everyone would have come to your house.
Chicken poppers? Who the hell serves that?
Even my wife,who is from Finland, knows that the Super Bowl is a special day socially. She has been excited about it all week! When I showed her this post, she laughed her ass off! I’m wondering why you didn’t just hold the party where people understand what football and food is all about. Can’t eat and watch the game at the same time??? I’d grab me one wing, a beer and head to the nearest sports bar.
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OOOH, I can’t wait to hear the updates on this! I hate people who take advantage and ruin people’s fun with their stinky rules. Hope it went well, and SHE IS STILL ALIVE!
Dammit, I hope the food was good anyway!
I will scream if I hear the name “Manning” anytime soon.
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Damn, I don’t know this woman, but I hate her already.
Take TWO bottles of wine, and make sure we get good updates on Monday (please).
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Hell, I think I’d take me some T-bird, and I don’t even drink! The post following this one should be interesting.
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Okay, I just read your “Parental Advisory” so I can say what I wanted….That lady is a cunt!!
(there, I feel better now)
::: blushes ::: I eat veggies at football games, but just the indoor ones.
We hosted a Super BOwl party here. A friend wanted to just ‘catch up and talk’ while everyone watched the game. Um, no. I wanted to watch the game. Finally I had to excuse myself and hide on the other end of the couch. I’m not the ‘can’t stand football girl’. I want beer, eating on the couch and parked there for a few hours. I hear ya, sister.
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Wow. Just Wow. I can’t believe how some people are just so friggen stupid.