SuperGayBowl

I'm not a sports fan, never have been.  Think thimble with room left over.  So, of course, I accepted invitations to not one but two Superbowl parties.  Don't ask.

First party - 30-40 folks, food for easily double that number, all delicious (both the attendees and the food).  Beautiful home, spectacular hillside setting.  How could I tell it was owned by a gay couple?  The music on the piano was... The Essential Barbra Streisand and show music from Showboat and Wicked.  Conversation topics... hunky football players we'd love to 'do', entertaining commercials, and a guest's male (and fixed) poodle trying to hump the host's two female (and fixed) chocolate labs.

I ran off at halftime after grazing and cruising.  I think one of the teams had scored more than the other but don't ask me which one.

Second party - Only about 10 folks, again food for twice as many.  Heated discussions about the identity of the hunkiest players, the announcer with the worst hair, funniest and most politically incorrect commercials.

Oh yeah, the Giants won, right?