The Annual Testosterone Fest

Every year there is a bunch of men who run around on a field and throw around a pigskin hide as millions of people keep themselves glued to the screen. Its as if the entire world stops and all that matters is this game. The Super bowl party at Mrs. O.C.’s is an annual event that I go to for the food, drinks and company, not the actual game. And the girls who are not interested in the screen hang out in the kitchen gossiping and raising our voices over the boisterous crowd.

After the game the real fun starts we console the men who are either elated or depressed depending on weather or not their team wins and then we break out the Wii. I personally think it is pretty funny that a group of 30 year olds are all crowded around the projector playing rock band all night long. In this instance, after a few hours of playing there was a nock on the door, we assumed it was another guest, but in fact it was the police. They entered and told us that they had been called on a noise violation, but they assured us that on their walk up the drive they did not think we were to loud. After the assurances and our collective sighs of relief one of the officers asked what we were doing. I guess it did look rather strange that we were all holding plastic instruments. The officer lifted his hands and stated “Play for us!”. I was the singer at the time, and we played an entire drunk song for the police. We were all pretty nervous and when we were through the cops left.

It was a wonderful ending to a party, usually when the cops come to a party I have been to there are problems, tickets, and citations written. I guess that is the difference between an adult party and one when you are kids. The one huge benefit about getting older I guess.