As you may recall, the Mensch family was on the move this weekend. We flew from our home in Lafayette, Indiana to Baltimore, Maryland, where the majority of the extended Mensch family lives (or is within driving distance of) so that I could throw a baby shower for my sister and soon-to-be-niece.
Now, when I planned this lovely weekend for my sister and our families, I knew that the Super Bowl would be held in Indianapolis. I may have been a bit fuzzy on the exact date--I'm not exactly a sports/football fan--but I know that the Super Bowl generally coincides with my birthday (February 4). However, even with these two facts at my disposal, I managed to completely miss the fact that we would be the only people in all of Indiana who were leaving the state this past weekend. When all the rest of the world was flying into Indianapolis, we were hightailing out of there.
Added to that was the fact that J would be flying back to Indianapolis at 5:45 on Sunday evening, making it impossible for him to see the game, or, more importantly, the commercials. J made peace with the fact that he would not be able to add anything to the water cooler discussions at work on Monday morning--particularly when he realized that his flight back to Indianapolis would have only 30 people on it (and a somewhat resentful crew). But still, one ought to watch a cultural event that millions upon millions of others are tuning into, particularly when said event is in one's own back yard.
I figured that even though we missed the party in our state's capital and I'd made it impossible for J to watch the game, at least I'd be able to enjoy the Super Bowl while eating my mother's excellent pot roast and explaining to LO the finer points of the game ("Something about goals, I think?")
I think you can probably see where this is going.
Around 6:30, LO indicated through his general fussiness that an early bedtime would probably be in order. At 7 pm, I took him upstairs to for the slow and deliberate process of bedtime, and sometime around 5:30 the next morning, I woke up. Apparently, throwing a baby shower can take a lot out of a mensch.
So, not only did I flee the city where the biggest (American) sporting event of the year was taking place, I also managed to keep my husband from seeing it and I myself slept through all but the coin toss and the kickoff.
Can somebody tell me who won?
