Dog Show Superbowl Party!

My day began when my cell phone made its weird "you have a voicemail" noise, as someone simultaneously honked outside. So the first few seconds of consciousness were definitely full of confusion; then, when I realized what the two noises were, I also realized it was 12:30, and since Charlie had said he would call me around 11:30, 12:00, I started to worry that it was him honking outside.... Luckily I was wrong. Still not sure why I never heard the phone initially ring, but maybe 6 hours of sleep was not enough for my brain to register sound yet--it needed a solid 6 and a half to wake up, and even then it was not prepared for the whole cognitive process thing. Either way, I now have a new cell phone, so my brain will have to get used to a whole new ring. Oh yeah....
So anyway, Charlie came and got me after I'd had sufficient showering and dressing time, we got Julia, and we headed to the dog show. Don't ask me why there was a dog show in Saratoga. The point is we went, and it was cool. For about an hour, then our college student attention spans kicked in and we realized that it was just dogs running around in circles a whole crapload of times. Watching the handlers was possibly the best part, as one had a cowboy hat, a mustache, and long curly hair (no word on whether it was a mullet, the hat didn't allow for sufficient judgment in this category, but I'm unwilling to rule out that possibility). The dogs were, of course, damn cute. There were too many cute ones to list them all, but there was a lot of "awwww"ing--at least on the part of Julia and me.
Then I went and got a new phone (yay!) and played with it for a few hours before going to a Superbowl party with the Putnam crowd. A group in which not a single person cares at all about football. Add Gus, Kevin, and me to the mix? You have got a partay. A partay at which people will constantly be asking: "Wait, who's playing again? Philadelphia? Are they the green guys?" Yeaaaah. When I know more about football than 60% of the people there, 75% of which are guys, that's a Superbowl pARty. When the refreshments consist of cheese and crackers, veggies, and spinach dip, all washed down with red wine, that's a Superbowl pARty. And when afterwards we decide to play poker, and I have to be a guy's coach cause he's only ever played once before...well I think you know what that is. Friggin Awesome.