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Literally, bloody.
Although at least I don't have to worry that it was something I ate at lunch or while at the superbowl party.
My church service has a 'superbowl party' every year; it's this loose group of guys, some of whom I'm friends with, and the first year I was with the service they issued the invitation and it wasn't a men's event and I was curious, so I went. It was Patriots vs. Atlanta 2017 and the Patriots did a huuuuge comeback from halftime with whathisname-the-famous-Christian-guy and after the game, everyone was kind of pissy because it was post-2016 election and it just felt like it all over again. It was also a bit awkward, because I didn't know that many people, so I felt a little bit out of it. Chatted with a few people, but otherwise hovered and felt deeply uncomfortable.
I think several people were impressed that I turned up, though - some of the guys and some women who heard about it. I got asked the next year if I would, but I was working so that was out.
I went last year and it was a little better, although I arrived late and that made it tricksy because you end up in the back of the room feeling a bit awkward. But this year I went again - and I turned up pretty early. This year was better, too, because there were fewer people present. Plus, I've gotten to know them better over the last year, I'm more comfortable just chatting with them - or, let's be real, hanging out with and hanging shit on them, although we don't call it that. They're also more comfortable talking with me, partly because we've socialised more, and I've socialised more with their wives and their kids. I think they're past the "eek, a single woman, what do we do with it" point; and yeah, it absolutely sucks that you have to get them (or sometimes their wives) past that point, but you do.
It helps that none of us are really obsessive about the game so there's no mockery about anyone not knowing how the game goes. So there's questions from all corners about what's going on, what are they doing, hang on, shouldn't that be a ----? etc.
(Well, not obsessive except for one guy who adores whatshisname-the-famous-Christian-guy and is totally into the game when the Patriots play. Which wasn't this year, so a lot of the jokes didn't rely on you knowing that Stu is a Patriot's man to the end.)
Anyway, it was nice to hang out with some brothers. And I was going for the Kansas City Chiefs - somewhat arbitrarily, so I'm glad they won.
Mind you, I'd have made the same mistake as Agent Orange re: Kansas City vs KS. But, you know, I'm not the fucking PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES for crying out loud! Nobody expects an Australian to be up on the finer points of US geography!
Okay, I'd better take a painkiller. At least this means I won't have to worry about dealing with it while on my holiday.
Although at least I don't have to worry that it was something I ate at lunch or while at the superbowl party.
My church service has a 'superbowl party' every year; it's this loose group of guys, some of whom I'm friends with, and the first year I was with the service they issued the invitation and it wasn't a men's event and I was curious, so I went. It was Patriots vs. Atlanta 2017 and the Patriots did a huuuuge comeback from halftime with whathisname-the-famous-Christian-guy and after the game, everyone was kind of pissy because it was post-2016 election and it just felt like it all over again. It was also a bit awkward, because I didn't know that many people, so I felt a little bit out of it. Chatted with a few people, but otherwise hovered and felt deeply uncomfortable.
I think several people were impressed that I turned up, though - some of the guys and some women who heard about it. I got asked the next year if I would, but I was working so that was out.
I went last year and it was a little better, although I arrived late and that made it tricksy because you end up in the back of the room feeling a bit awkward. But this year I went again - and I turned up pretty early. This year was better, too, because there were fewer people present. Plus, I've gotten to know them better over the last year, I'm more comfortable just chatting with them - or, let's be real, hanging out with and hanging shit on them, although we don't call it that. They're also more comfortable talking with me, partly because we've socialised more, and I've socialised more with their wives and their kids. I think they're past the "eek, a single woman, what do we do with it" point; and yeah, it absolutely sucks that you have to get them (or sometimes their wives) past that point, but you do.
It helps that none of us are really obsessive about the game so there's no mockery about anyone not knowing how the game goes. So there's questions from all corners about what's going on, what are they doing, hang on, shouldn't that be a ----? etc.
(Well, not obsessive except for one guy who adores whatshisname-the-famous-Christian-guy and is totally into the game when the Patriots play. Which wasn't this year, so a lot of the jokes didn't rely on you knowing that Stu is a Patriot's man to the end.)
Anyway, it was nice to hang out with some brothers. And I was going for the Kansas City Chiefs - somewhat arbitrarily, so I'm glad they won.
Mind you, I'd have made the same mistake as Agent Orange re: Kansas City vs KS. But, you know, I'm not the fucking PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES for crying out loud! Nobody expects an Australian to be up on the finer points of US geography!
Okay, I'd better take a painkiller. At least this means I won't have to worry about dealing with it while on my holiday.