When Stuart was in San Francisco last week, his friend that he was staying with asked him he he wanted to go watch the Superbowl.
“Sure!” Stuart said.
So off they went to a house party. After a few minutes there, Stuart asked when they would be going to the Superbowl. . .
He thought that they had tickets to the actual game.
When he told me, I couldn’t stop from laughing.
He wasn’t amused by my reaction. “They took the piss out of me the whole day.”
“Well no wonder Stuart. The game wasn’t even IN San Francisco!”
“How I am I to know that?”
“And the tickets are crazy expensive. Having tickets to the Superbowl is like saying you have tickets to the finals of the World Cup.”
“Pppttttthhhhhhh. . .”
“I know you know you’re an idiot when you resort to the ‘ppthh’ defense.”
“Shut it Thomas!”
February 14th, 2008 at 6:20 pm
Come on Nicole. You have been in Europe long enough to know about soccer, and the Superbowl is no way near as big as the Football World Cup! Keep up the blogging! Where are the piccies? All best.