Corner of Bourbon & Division

Bah. Tired but not sleeping. This sucks like a sucking thing.

I'm too tired to write anything coherent, on top of that. Insult to injury and so forth.

I went to my first ever superbowl party on Saturday. I am still vaguely perplexed by the whole phenomenon, but I had fun and met new people (luvenditti's school people, as it happens, as well as their friends), and was instructed in some of the basics of one of America's favourite passtimes. The team I was "rooting" for (I hesitate to call it that because I'd pretty much never heard of them before Saturday) lost in a big way, and even I could tell they were playing poorly. The number of times the man with the number 86 jersey just plain old dropped the ball was truly astounding. According to one of the guys there, he was having an off day, since he usually catches everything. Also, I am far more amused than I should be by the name Hasselbeck.

On the plus side, I can now write with a little bit more authority for my character in Bluebook who's a big football fan.

There was dancing and music this weekend. I keep meaning to post some long and insightful thing about that, but I'm too busy at work to formulate non-fiction ideas in an organised way, and when I get home I'm too damned tired. Like a sucking thing, as I said before. Maybe next weekend, but I doubt it. It's all I can do to keep up with my friends page when I get home.

Okay. Going to try for sleep again now.