So it turns out there is this football thing (to reiterate: football is the one with the pointy brown ball, although why it’s a ball when it isn’t round bothers me. Stupid thing looks like some internal organ. With stripes.) on Sunday called the Super Bowl. It’s not the Supreme Bowl cause that’s this
No, I’m pretty sure it’s some football thing, cause I pay attention and since San Francisco is one of the teams (there are two) playing in it, it’s been sort of hard to ignore around here. Also, San Francisco won the World Series last fall. Oh, and the orange and black clothes they wore were not their Haloween costume, like I thought, but were, in reality, their uniforms. Isn’t that adorable? Between the two contests, life around here, in the World’s Most Gay City, has been annoyingly boyish. And not in a good way.
I would be more upset, but the quarterback (which is sort of like the Head Stewardess or RuPaul on Drag Race) is Colin Kaepernick and this is what he looks like
so, you know, slack is cut.
My plan to survive the whole sorry mess is to head out for an early tea with the Fashion Sensation at Nieman’s. That ought to do it.
Also, condolences and get well soon wishes to Jason in New Orleans who has to actually put up with the game being played there. Stay strong sister. I’ll try to send healing vibrations your way as I tuck into a petit four with all the other Ladies.