superbowling

last night i attended a superbowl party with loads of old friends. we were piled high and deep completely preoccupied by scott's brand new fifty-two inch tv, while hoards of kids (all under the age of 5) ran around trying to get away with as much bad behavior as possible. i spent most of my time sipping cowboy cold bottles of liberty ale, eating more tacos than any one human should, and teaching one particular two year old how to say "booya!"

we have all been a pretty tight knit group of friends since long before any children arrived on the scene, but last night there were so many of them we could barely hear the game. i guess i'm getting old, but in a few years i'll be teaching my own two year old how to say "booya!"