Super Bowl Sunday

Yesterday was Super Bowl Sunday: The Giants vs. The Patriots.  Hubby and I were invited to a gathering at Cuco's, a local Mexican restaurant, with Hubby's soccer team.  Hubby is currently playing indoor soccer with the Y.M.C.A.  He is the goalie.  I dragged the kids over there to watch him today, but most of the time I ended up chasing the kids around.  They are not full fledged sports watching fans yet (can't say I blame them!).

We arranged for my Mom to babysit, although when we arrived we noticed that almost everyone had brought their children (Our children, at least the youngest two, would not have lasted the whole game).  Also, almost all of the people there were Giants fans, and oh yeah, we were the only Gringos besides the girlfriend of somebody whose name I didn't catch. 

All of the people who gathered there last night were from somewhere in South America: Brasil, Argentina, Ecuador, Bolivia.  The men and the women separated (except for me, the other Gringo girl, and the Brasilian wife).  The women watched the little ones, and the men talked shouted about politics and other philosophies in Spanish.  Hubby leaned over to me more than once to see what they were saying, but my Spanish is so rusty I was catching maybe every other word.  I felt like saying "Mas despacio por favor" (slower please) half the night, but I was really just eavesdropping anyway!

They brought hubby tequila.  They said it was so sweet it taste like wine, and you are supposed to sip on it instead of shoot it down.  Hubby told me to take a sip, and I'll tell you tequila is not something I ever want to sip on, even if it is sweet and smooth.  Darling Daughter's cardiologist also happened to be there.  He's from Argentina.  He brought Hubby three or four shots of that "sweet" tequila.  I'm wondering right about now how Hubby is going to get up for work today. 

I love the Hispanic culture.  When we entered the room everyone went around shaking hands (and kissing cheeks), introducing themselves around the room and greeting even strangers like old friends.  I told Hubby we should do that at our next party. 

And the Super Bowl was exciting.  Hubby would disagree.  He is a HUGE Patriots fan.  At first, he was almost gloating as they were winning and talking smack by text to one of his friends.  Then at the end as things began to unfold, I thought he might have an aneurysm.  I always joke that I am pulling for the other team, but in reality I usually don't care one way or other.  I'm not a huge football fan.  I watch it mainly because Hubby watches it, and I usually go for the underdog.  The game was exciting , the commercials good, I enjoyed Madonna, and the company was fantastic, what more could you ask for?

Hubby spoke to a few of the guys afterwards and mentioned having a barbecue at our house towards the end of the soccer season.  We went around receiving kisses and hugs from everyone, and then came home to a quiet house.

Going on a Date!

Hubby and I rarely go on dates. We have a faithful babysitter, and the kids have wonderful grandparents who are willing to watch them, but still we rarely go. We are mostly homebodies.

Last night, we went to my boss' annual Christmas Open House. We make a point of going to this every year. It is always fun. She always has plenty of wine and beer! She does this party with her daughter, so there are people of all different ages there, and in general it is an eclectic mix.

The Hubster displayed his Christmas tie proudly (as seen above!). This particular tie was bought by Son#1 at his school's Christmas Sale last year. It is about two inches too short, and if you push a button on it you will hear a little melody called "Silent Night!" I thought it was both wonderful and hilarious that he was wearing it. He is not one to put himself out there, and I was really proud of him.

We arrived at the Christmas party, and immediately everyone is drawn to the tie. I think that tie played "Silent Night" about nine or ten times! The party dwindled down early this year, and we decided to leave around 7:30. By this time, several people had already had too much to drink, and their hands were just itching to push Hubby's button. So, we walked out the door enraptured by that wonderful Christmas song.

Hubby really wanted to eat hibachi. My boss always has food at her party, and we had already eaten a little bit, but I acquiesced and we went to one of our favorite hibachi restaurants.

We sat at the table, recalling the times of our carefree youth when we would eat hibachi at least once a week. This was BC (Before Children), of course. We had a wonderful dinner, talked, and really reconnected with one another. I limited myself to sushi, since I did not want to go all out, as I have been trying to get back on the wagon as far as exercise and food consumption go.  Hubby had the fillet mignon hibachi, and he quite enjoyed it. 

After our little dinner, we went to Publix to pick up a few items we had run out of during the week.  Important things: Creamer for Coffee and Oatmeal.  (Oatmeal is the biggest breakfast time hit in our house, and it is enjoyed immensely by Son#2 and Darling Daughter.  Son#1 prefers Honey Nut Cheerios.)  At the grocery store, Hubby's Super Shopper personality came out!  He does the grocery shopping in our family, so he knows what aisle everything is in.  Not five minutes into the store, he said I was walking too slow!  I told him to try walking in high heels, so he literally took off his shoes in the grocery store and tried to fit into my size 9 heels.  Granted, his feet did not fit, but he has a much better appreciation of what wearing heels is like!

After we picked up our miscellaneous items, we headed to the cash register.  Our cashier got a huge kick out of Hubby's Christmas tie.  She listened to "Silent Night" as we paid.

Then we headed home to our warm hot house (it was 70 degrees yesterday!) and our wonderfully asleep children.  As we headed home, I realized that we needed to do this more often.  Get out of the house together, reestablish our relationship with each other, be together without the constant interruptions of the children.  I wonder where our next date will be?