I’ve been a card carrying grown-up for a few years now and I have to say that I haven’t been all that impressed by it, at least I wasn’t until Sunday. This year was the first year I went to a Super Bowl where everyone there was my age and also (at least) semi-grown ups. It was spectacular. Grown-up Super Bowl parties are so much better. Here are some of the highlights
1. The food.
Oh my heavens the food! There were exotic cheeses, Chinese fusion barbeque ribs, dips the likes of which I had never seen but had expensive ingredients, homemade clam chowder, whole wheat chips, winter vegetable salads, and all manner of homemade desserts. It was decadence. I remember Super Bowl parties in college that were considered “fancy” because they put the store bought dip in bowls.
2. The beer.
I’ve never seen so many varied beers/porters/ales and they come in such pretty bottles and almost all are special issue. Special issue y’all. This was some highfalutin beer and I liked it. (Or at least I liked the dark ones, I’m not much of a pale ale fan) Compare this to the Keystone Light that was a staple at every college Super Bowl party and I believe grown-up Super Bowl parties assert their domination again.
3. The people.
Dude. Grown-ups are fun. Like, really fun. I had a blast and also I definitely felt like the conversations and humor were a bit elevated. Or, you know, it seemed that way because it was coming from grown-ups. Whatever, it was uber-fun. (Uber seems like something a grown-up would say, right?)
In conclusion, being a grown-up isn’t all bad especially if it means you eat and drink and laugh like this most of the time. So, I guess what I’m saying is that I’m ok with being a grown-up, if only during the Super Bowl.