I was invited to attend several Super Bowl parties this year, and to be quite honest about it, I found that there was a definite shortage of quality gatherings to choose from this year. Even the most attractive of the invitations I received was nothing to get me in the parting mood, so I quickly started gathering all of the necessary supplies for a top notch Super Bowl bash late Thursday night.

While I was out and about looking for tasty treats, the wife was busily calling and sending emails to people we know to inform them that good old Joe was going to single handedly save the Super Bowl experience for them. It seems that a lot of the people she contacted had already made their minds up to go to one of the many lackluster get-togethers around town, but most of them were more than happy to change their plans when they found out about the big event at Joe’s place.

Friday morning I made a call to a buddy of mine that manages a rent-to-own furniture and appliance store to have him send over a 72? big screen TV and a surround sound system. After that was delivered, I drove to the county line to rent a pony keg of beer and grab a few wine coolers for the ladies. When the beer was on ice, I took the time to burn a couple of CD’s for pre-party background music. At this point, things were really starting to come together nicely.

I spent most of the day Saturday moving furniture around, hooking up the surround sound, and bootlegging some cable from the neighbor’s house, while the wife was getting things done in the kitchen. By 9 pm, the hot wings were marinating, an assortment of cheeses were sliced, and I was in my recliner, surrounded by sound, surfing through 60 some odd channels of nothing to watch on that mammoth hi-definition beast that was parked across the room from me.

The guests started arriving around 4:30 pm in the afternoon, which was a little earlier than I would have liked, but what the hell, it’s the Super Bowl. People have been waiting for this Super Bowl since the end of the last one, so I can understand why folks might be a little anxious to get the party started. Besides, when people show up early, it gives them more time to get some of those non football related conversations over and done with before the big event so there is less of that annoying chatter about everyday stuff during the game.

When it was all said and done, 7.5 gallons of beer, 40 wine coolers, 4 cases of sodas, 12 pounds of chicken wings, 150 pigs in a blanket, 2 crock pots of cheese dip, and 4-2lb. bags of corn chips had been consumed. Luckily for me, and thanks in large part to those people that showed up early, all of the food and most of the beverages were gone by the 2 minute warning. Since running out of goodies is not what you want to have happen when you’re hosting a party, I was relieved by the fact there was no chance of the game going into overtime. The keg, as if it were on cue, started spewing foam during the trophy ceremony, so everyone started clearing out shortly thereafter.

I am happy to report that after party was over, and all the guests were gone, the TV was still in one piece, the surround sound was still surrounding me, and I fell asleep in my recliner while I was surfing through 60 some odd channels of nothing to watch on the bootlegged cable service. I couldn’t have asked for a better ending.