So, we had a Super Bowl party last night. Originally, we had planned it for Sunday and had invited twice as many people and their kids as can fit in our apartment, but we thought it would work out. We bought lots of food. Let me repeat,
we bought lots of food. I recall a couple of conversations going like this:
Sherry: Other people are bringing things, you know.
Robert: I know, but we already have most of the ingredients for this. All I have to buy is ____ (insert ingredients here).
Sherry: But we don't need this much food.
Robert: Honey, there's going to be like fifteen people there, plus kids.
Sherry:
(Sigh) Do whatever you want, I guess. (Because I know you will anyway.)
Then Sunday before the Super Bowl, the bishop held one of his firesides that he does periodically. The topic? Keeping the Sabbath Day Holy. And yes, he did specifically mention watching the Super Bowl. (He told us how he hasn't watched a Super Bowl since 1995, but then he admitted it was only because that's when it switched from Fox to NBC and they don't get that channel--at least he's honest.) After the fireside, the Super Bowl party potential attendees gathered to discuss the matter. Most of us were willing to just do it on Sunday anyway, but there was one family (or wife) in particular who was quite persistent about it. So, we talked about it and figured that we could just DVR it, meet at 6:00 (when people got off work) and with skipping commercials, it would only take a couple of hours to watch. Everyone was fine with that, so the next day Robert and I went shopping. We bought a lot of stuff, and the only thing I was able to persuade him not to buy and actually didn't mysteriously end up in the cart anyway was syrups, 7-Up, and ice to make italian sodas.
The week passes, we talk to the friends we've invited and everyone's excited, yadda yadda yadda. Sunday comes around again and we confirm again with one family, they had confirmed with another (the ones who were the most persistent about changing it to Monday) and then we talk to another family and they say, "Sorry, not on a school night."
What?! I want to shout. They were coming as a family of 5 and now what are going to do with their share of the food? Why didn't they call?! I glower inside, knowing we shouldn't have bought all that we did. (Side note: my biggest problem with all this food is the effort and time to make it, the dishes I will have to clean up, and all the leftovers being too much for Robert and I to eat and therefore having to waste it and the time and energy put into it.)
So, Monday comes (along with purchasing of a couple last minute things, to which I try to dissuade Robert, but he has his justifications, since two other families are still coming) and we cook, clean, prepare all the day long. 6:00, the doorbell rings, the first family comes in (the one with only one child and a baby not totally on solids yet). We wait for the second family (the one who wanted to change it to Monday, with three kids, and who were coming directly from work so they might be a little late). We start the game, we eat, and we finally call at 8:00 because they haven't shown up yet. They don't answer, so we leave a message. They call back and say "they forgot." Baloney. They confirmed on Sunday, we saw them and talked about it Saturday night, and they were the ones who wouldn't come if we did it on Sunday! I think wifey got home from work, was tired-er than she thought she would be, and backed out. So, as I predicted, there is lots of money worth of food in our fridge, only two of us to eat it, and still dishes in the sink waiting to be done. All I have left to say about it is this: grrrrrrrrrrrrr!
About the game: I can't believe the Cardinals lost their lead in the last 30 seconds! The Steelers were playing dirty, too, and they did not deserve to win this one. I'm guess I'll just be happy that the underdogs nearly ripped it out from under the big, bad Steelers.