Last night I went to a Superbowl party -- it wasn't at my house this year. There were a few differences in how I usually do my Superbowl event. But I think this one was hacked pretty well.
First and most importantly, I had no interest in either of the teams. Now, if it were an East coast team, I may have been able to resist the giant-size yawn, but, nope, this year it was - uh - Saints vs. Colts.
Second, I was happy to be invited to my friend and neighbor's home across the street. When I arrived at the house, I saw the usual fare, wings, meatballs, drinks and cheese dips. Yes, so far the standards were all there. Then, the hacks began.
Where was everybody? I was pretty sure there were supposed to be some football fans at this Superbowl party. Then, I realized the twist on our Superbowl 2010. All real men were directed to the downstairs viewing room while the wives were to remain upstairs to watch and basically "discuss amongst themselves". This was not Superbowl party experience I was accustomed to. The usual protocol was to sit with my Canadian husband, while we pretend to understand all the intricacies of football as if we cared or new anything about it. We would enjoy our annual game of quaffing down pub-style foods we wouldn't dare touch for the next twelve months. This time I was fending for myself.
My friends all gathered around the fireplace and we attempted to glance up at the tube between plate refills and conversations about bunko, dominoes and neighborhood spats. It was just not your typical Superbowl party, to be perfectly honest.
Then, our hostess decided we should abandon the football game altogether and draw. A change in game plan involving creativity which I was not prepared for at all. No paper, no pencils, no erasers-- at least not on me. My friends were adamant that drawing was what we were going to do. So, they lent me all the necessary tools.
We began drawing following some basic instructions they had garnered from a beginner's art class during the week. A few cut-out shapes thrown on a clean sheet of paper were simple traced where they landed. Then, the job of filling them in with whatever pattern you felt like scribbling in. It was like glorified doodling. I couldn't be happier. I could see my doodling in elementary school was going to take me through this project nicely. I don't know how it happened, but the creative juices started flowing
and I discovered a project that could easily become a favorite past
time.
Many thanks to my friends for this hack!
After the game, (I guess the Saints won), I took my drawing home to finish another day. Maybe I'll finish it during the next golf tournament (ho-hum), the best part about this year's Superbowl is that I found out that sports seem to bring out my creative side!