We lost.

How sad is that? The Chicago Bears lost the super bowl today.

Heidi and I had a superbowl party at her place. About an hour before I was supposed to get to her place, she texted me to let me know she was at urgent care because of an allergic reaction to something. Shit, yo. Talk about awful - she just got over a steroid run due to a crazy allergy attack (BTW, the kitten in the house I live with just had a problem getting up a table and it was really funny), ANYWAY. When I got to Heidi's, she still wasn't back. Her roommate let me in.

Shit, yo. (can you tell that's the theme? and that's the "funny/hip" phrase I'm all about currently?)

Shortly after calling her, her roommate left and two of my friends arrived. Not really early, except for the Heidi-missing factor... and if they hadn't arrived then and kept me company while I made food in an apartment I'd never been in (her roommate also left, by the way), I probably would've been freaking out a little bit. As it was, I was totally high on the holy shit i'm a hostess in another person's house thing and it was stressing me out but less than it could've.

Heidi didn't actually get back until after the game started and everyone who was going to arrive had arrived. Then we made beer brats, and they were awesome. And then the Bears lost, and it was not so awesome. I mean, shit, yo.