We went to a Super Bowl party at a friend's house yesterday and I had the best intentions to blog about it, with pictures. Apparently, I'm not the 
good blogger I thought myself to be. I took several pictures when we first arrived, but as other friends began to show up, I completely forgot about taking pictures. Yes, I'm bad.
Our friends have this party every year, but this year the hubby decided to have it catered so his wife wouldn't have to work herself to death, which she does, every year. (We should all be so lucky...) This year, she was able to talk, and visit, and have fun with the rest of us. The food was fabulous and the caterers completely cleaned up before they left.
Mr. Snooty made the guacamole, as he always does, but the caterers did an outstanding job. They had mini tamales wrapped in bacon with
pesto, chicken wings, sliders (mini cheeseburgers), shrimp boil with the works, smoked elk tenderloin, mini tacos, and the list goes on. It was an outstanding buffet and I'm so sorry I was having so much fun that I forgot to take pictures after the party got started.
Betting was rampant and even after all the money we sank into the betting, we didn't win diddly squat. I think the commercials were pretty good although I didn't really get to hear any of them. There were approximately 40 people there, so it was loud, to say the least. I'll watch the commercials on the internet today so I can really see them and hear them.
Our friends had four different rooms set up with HDTV, so if you got bored with one group, you
could just move on to another. That made it really fun. Outside they had the chiminea going full blast, as well as a tall butane heater, so the smokers would be comfortable outside. Oh, then there was also the smoker, which was really quite toasty to stand next to. Although it got to 63 degrees yesterday, it got really cold as soon as the sun went to bed.
The highlight of the evening (well, for the ladies, anyway) was the arrival of our golf club pro who had a very inebriated friend from Scotland in tow. This adorable drunken Scotsman proceeded to flirt with every woman he came in contact with. I had the privilege of being the first one to be hit on and then, having a front row seat as he moved from one wife to the next. The crowd of ladies watching *the show* grew and we did have fun with this poor fellow. He had no idea who he was up against when he arrived, but he had no doubts by the time he left. I'm sorry I didn't take a picture of him. This large crowd of golfers has only long time married couples who don't do the messing around thing. But, he really was adorable, in a drunken sort of creepy way. You can most likely guess what his answer was when I asked him if he wore anything under his kilt. Yeah.
So, who won the Super Bowl anyway? I was having so much fun that I forgot to watch the end. Tee hee…
good blogger I thought myself to be. I took several pictures when we first arrived, but as other friends began to show up, I completely forgot about taking pictures. Yes, I'm bad.Our friends have this party every year, but this year the hubby decided to have it catered so his wife wouldn't have to work herself to death, which she does, every year. (We should all be so lucky...) This year, she was able to talk, and visit, and have fun with the rest of us. The food was fabulous and the caterers completely cleaned up before they left.
Mr. Snooty made the guacamole, as he always does, but the caterers did an outstanding job. They had mini tamales wrapped in bacon with
pesto, chicken wings, sliders (mini cheeseburgers), shrimp boil with the works, smoked elk tenderloin, mini tacos, and the list goes on. It was an outstanding buffet and I'm so sorry I was having so much fun that I forgot to take pictures after the party got started.Betting was rampant and even after all the money we sank into the betting, we didn't win diddly squat. I think the commercials were pretty good although I didn't really get to hear any of them. There were approximately 40 people there, so it was loud, to say the least. I'll watch the commercials on the internet today so I can really see them and hear them.
Our friends had four different rooms set up with HDTV, so if you got bored with one group, you
could just move on to another. That made it really fun. Outside they had the chiminea going full blast, as well as a tall butane heater, so the smokers would be comfortable outside. Oh, then there was also the smoker, which was really quite toasty to stand next to. Although it got to 63 degrees yesterday, it got really cold as soon as the sun went to bed.The highlight of the evening (well, for the ladies, anyway) was the arrival of our golf club pro who had a very inebriated friend from Scotland in tow. This adorable drunken Scotsman proceeded to flirt with every woman he came in contact with. I had the privilege of being the first one to be hit on and then, having a front row seat as he moved from one wife to the next. The crowd of ladies watching *the show* grew and we did have fun with this poor fellow. He had no idea who he was up against when he arrived, but he had no doubts by the time he left. I'm sorry I didn't take a picture of him. This large crowd of golfers has only long time married couples who don't do the messing around thing. But, he really was adorable, in a drunken sort of creepy way. You can most likely guess what his answer was when I asked him if he wore anything under his kilt. Yeah.
So, who won the Super Bowl anyway? I was having so much fun that I forgot to watch the end. Tee hee…
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