He had a big house and it was a big party. I helped my sister's friend make cold spinach soup (which turned out really well, and I've never been able to replicate it). The game was a good one, even I could tell that, and everyone ended up in his bedroom on this ginormous bed and all over the floor rather than watching it in the huge living room. I don't know why, maybe more comfy. I just know, that was my first Super Bowl, I remember all of it and it left a great impression on me - Super Bowl = PARTYtime. Thanks, Chuck Azar, where ever you are. No doubt, if you are still alive, you are having a huge party today, because that's just the sort of guy you were. And I hope, still are.
As I've mentioned, too many times, I hang out at Dinghy Dock for Super Bowl. And shall today. But I had this funny wonderful thing happen while I was at the cart so luckily I came home early, rather than starting early at DD.
Nay (Neil's daughter) came up to me at the cart and said, "MJ, there was just a call for you from someone who said there is a present for you at the airport. From Vieques." I thought, hmmm...what could it be? Maybe some Coqui Fire hot sauce from Jimmy? Did Sir Richard Branson answer my invite to Dinghy Dock for Super Bowl? What?
I worked a little longer and then, as Walt was on his way to Flamenco on an errand, asked for a ridealong, which he kindly gave to me. A ride to Flamenco is never a bad thing... On the way back we stopped at the airport and there waiting for me was a cooler.
|Ok, my last name doesn't have an 'e' on the end, but who cares?|
With this message inside
And this is what was in the cooler.
|This deserved some actual food staging...shrimp, sausage, corn on the cob, potatoes...sheesh!|
What wonderful, crazy Super Surprise! Touchdown!!! Next up, Dinghy Dock.