Super Bowled
This thing took a total of 5 days to finish... I'm getting old
All packed up for Super Bowl weekend. At this point in my journey I just needed to stop at the ATM to cover the poker and various other gambling activities. I’m typing this after the fact and I am still a bit under the weather but that’s mostly due to my eye. Somewhere along the way I picked up a stye and the annoyance was trying to turn itself into pinkeye all weekend. It finally succeeded on Monday morning as I awoke with my eye swollen and glued shut. I blame this on the plastic sheet/pillowcase combo on my AirB&B bedding but I’m no doctor. Anyhow, back to this halfassed pictorial post.
The early arrivals dumped out snack bags and the party started by 10:00am. Dots were popular this year and someone’s significant other sent tiny bundt cakes. Ignore all of the promotional flyers as our preferred location is near the Wisconsin Dells aka Polish Hawaii and they all want to sell us something.
This was just the first unload and by the time everyone got there the pile had grown to disturbing levels. That didn’t prevent the nervous amongst us from worrying about the total number remaining but we never run out.
They added a few more games since last year and I always end up spending time in here realizing why I am not and never will be a gamer. There are two of our number who sleep in this area on air mattresses. There is a master switch that powers down the arcade but one of them took an early nap with all the lights and noise and I can’t fathom the dreams they must have had.
Every year I choose to ignore the Packers sign on the wall just as I’m sure they disregard the Bears. I have no idea where I’m going with this because my brain is absolute mush. My fucking eye still hurts, vision goes randomly blurry, and I am sitting in an airport lounge surrounded by drama that feels just out of my reach.
The lady to my right is sobbing as she makes call after call so I am guessing there has been a death in the family. And on my left is a vacationing family with little kids where the husband and wife seem to be contemplating each others demise. In an interesting observational twist of fate they each have their own favorite child and part of the fight is being carried out through the care of said same. Mom gets the boy some donuts and dad gets the girl a full sampler platter. When the boy whines mom gets him a decorative mock tale from the bar and back and forth we go. If they make it back from their destination I will be surprised. Oh no, crying lady is sighing theatrically in an attempt to get me to ask if she’s okay. Time to move… I just don’t have humanity in me right now…