I just sent you home in a car service, and now it's so quiet in here. Tonight was the absolute best Super Bowl ever and I know because I've seen all forty two of them, but most of them happened before you were born. But hey, you had a great time tonight, didn't you?
I remember the night I met you, at a Meat Loaf concert last summer. You were wearing a black lace victorian grave dress, torn fishnets, black lipstick and blood red eye shadow and I was hooked the minute I saw you. We had a late dinner at my favorite place on Eighth Avenue and walked the steaming canyons hand in hand under the midsummer moon.
And early in the morning I sent you home in a car service, and it was so quiet in here.
I almost didn't recognize you when you showed up tonight, in jeans and ugh boots and a Giants jersey. No makeup and your black hair in a pure and simple ponytail. God, you were adorable! We sat on my bed eating the world's most eclectic Super Bowl dinner: potato chips and guacamole, followed by Hunan dumplings and grape leaves, with fresh bananas and prosecco wine for dessert. I'm so glad you're a veggie person too!
At half time you sang along with all the Tom Petty songs, which cracked me up since most of them were written when you were almost an infant. And I almost fell off the bed laughing at your imitation of the idiot tv announcers trying to sound like they had a clue about anything. And that last five minutes, when everything was on a seesaw and Eli escaped what had to be a sack and threw the impossible touchdown pass you yelled even louder than I did, and that last thirty five seconds, I think your nails actually drew blood from my palm!
We watched the trophy presentation and listened to the interviews, and now I've sent you home in a car service, and it's so quiet in here....wish you could have stayed the night!
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