SUPERBOWL

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It's been an interesting two weeks. Unfortunately, the most interesting things that have happened were not positive things. The positive things seem to be overshadowed right now. And, they aren't as funny. So, let's start with the bad news first.

The Super Bowl was great though, huh?! Drake set up a Super Bowl party to watch the game after work Monday. With the help of Jeremy, the New Orleans boy, we were able to secure a good place to watch the game. (Thanks Big Rad Brad!!!) I recorded the game and brought my T.V. over to the apartment so that we could watch a recorded version of the game.

As a group we made an agreement not to check the score. That way the game would so much more exciting to watch. That meant we couldn't check ESPN, Yahoo, or Facebook all day. I had to stay off the internet all day. I know what you're thinking, IMPOSSIBLE! How could you stay off the internet one whole day? Is this the same guy who has internet on his phone and a tiny, mobile laptop so that he can check the internet from inside a nuclear fallout shelter if need be? Yup. Same guy. That's why I am just as shocked as you when I say that I didn't check the internet the entire day. And, honestly, it felt good! I need to make the internet less of a part in my life. Because I was stoked for the SUPERBOWL! Unfortunately, not everyone could adhere to the promise.

A few people at the party stumbled across the score while they were online during the day. Where is your willpower?! Anyway, one guy did a great job of playing neutral party for the first 3 and a half quarters. He didn't pick a team to root for and he didn't give away who the winner was even though he already knew. After that New Orleans pick 6 with about 3 minutes left in the fourth quarter, he gave it away...

'Jeremy, you should be worried. Peyton is still on the field with the ball in his hands. He is going to march down this field like it's a Mardi Gras parade,' I jeered.

'No. No way are they coming back. It's over. THE SAINTS ARE GOING TO WIN,' exclaimed the guy who knew the score in a serious, end binding sentence.

Are you fucking serious!?!!

....Ok, ok. Omit the last sentence of his statement. But he might as well have said it. Because he didn't say a word after I called him out on that.

WHAT THE FUCK?! How could you ruin the last 3 minutes of the game for me? The last 5 mintues are the most interesting part of any game. And you chose now to tell me who wins?! That took the wind right out of my 'Peyton Manning rooting' sails. At that point I had no interest in watching the last 3 minutes of the game. I was disgusted. I couldn't even eat the hot wings we had at that point. I had a strange aching feeling in my stomach.....

When I woke up an hour and a half after I went to sleep, I was attempting to hold back vomit. You know the feeling. It feels like a fist in your esophagus and two thin fingers are reaching up to your throat depressing that little lip below your tonsils at the back of your month. I spent the next four hours from 2am to 6am trying to choke that fist back down. Eventually, I caved.

'Here's my two fingers. Now, let yourself go! Be free! And free me!' Unfortunately, freedom was far beyond my grasp. Food poisoning had me well within its grip. I called my co-teacher and came in late to work around 10:30am.

I feel a lot better today. Although I am still a bit weak, I am glad to be out and about instead of stuck in my tomb of an apartment. Though I could have used some Pepto Bismol.

I wasn't the only one stung by these Kyochun chicken wings. Drake came down with the same bout of food poisoning that I had. Only he had it 12 hours later than I did. He did share the same night time symptoms that I had. I think we both learned our lesson. NEVER EAT CHICKEN WINGS IN KOREA EXCEPT FROM THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN TAVERN. Lesson learned. See you next Tuesday, RMT!

Tomorrow: My take on, 'Serious Conversations and Technology: Email, Text Messages and Facebook'

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Maybe, some lighthearted things. Naw, I'm all emo, now.