I watched the Super Bowl (it was on my TV while I was home)

I had a party and everything. (I invited my boyfriend over).

I had beer and made buffalo wings (I learned that there are TWO smoke detectors in my apartment). 

I did watch the game. (Ooh ooh Temu, ooh ooh Temu).

I was engaged the whole time. (I finally put my phone down when Usher took his shirt off).

I did NOT confuse H.E.R. with North West. (This one is true and just worth mentioning).

I do know who Travis Kelce is, even when he’s not with Taylor Swift. (His last name is on his shirt).

I was not expecting Taylor Swift to perform at the halftime show. (I was expecting Justin Bieber).

I was rooting for the Chiefs with good reason. (I decided Brock Purdy looks like someone I would throw a drink on in Murray Hill).

I obviously made jokes about the abundance of the color red. (They were mostly about Blake Lively’s Sue Sylvester cosplay). 

I knew the correct moments to cheer. (For the Wicked trailer).

I know that the Super Bowl is not about the commercials. (Judge Judy?! Meghan Trainor?! Heidi N Closet?! $14 ?! SOLD!!!!S!!!!!>!>>##XXX!!!!).

I did comment on Alicia Keys’ voice crack. (I am just mean).

I was really respectful of my boyfriend’s affinity for football. (He was really respectful of my affinity for the board game, Happy Little Dinosaurs, which we played during the third quarter).

I understood what was happening. (VIVAAAAA LAS VEGAS! VIVAAAAA LAS VEGAS! VIVA. VIVA. LAS VEGAS.) 

All in all, I really enjoyed the game. (I wish I watched the Nickelodeon broadcast). 

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