Sleepy Superbowl Monday

36 hours with no sleep. Ok, maybe 35 hrs and 58 minutes, but it’s definitely a personal record. Dawn, I might have been able to do THON! (48 hour Penn State dance marathon to aid children with cancer). 12 more hours didn’t seem like it was that bad to go. I could have done it. I think.

We were determined to watch the Eagles play in the Superbowl, even if that meant going to a bar for a 1:30 a.m. kickoff. I was starving; even Marc and Marya were starting to look pretty tasty. We’d eaten nothing but junk all day and were in desperate need for something more substantial. This is Marya and I before food…



"We'll take one of EVERYTHING"

We were a lot happier after some chicken fingers. There were quite a few Patriot fans so us Philly peeps had to hold our own, although Marya was having a bit of a tough time right around the start of the third quarter…


Marya "resting her eyes"

Then it came down to the final few minutes. Our neighboring Pats fans were doin a little trash talking towards the end, pointing at their watches, telling us it was over, etc. We didn’t lose faith though; we were engrossed until that last interception…


Keeping the faith

Leaving the bar at around 5:30, Marc and I decided we were heading back to the apartment to change clothes and go to work. No point in sleeping 2 hours, my body couldn’t handle the tease. So off to the subway it was. I was really productive from about 6:30 to 10:45, when I could no longer function. I ducked into one of the conferences room to put my head down for half an hour…

Pretending to sleep for Marc's photo opp

It’s quite possible I fell asleep for two minutes, until Marc opened the door to take a picture. I’d managed to fall asleep by leaning on a conference table in a room that was probably five degrees warmer than it was outside with the background noise of phones ringing and people talking and he ruined it for a good picture. I should have scared the crap out of him by doing something crazy while he was taking this, but I just didn’t have the energy, obviously.

I passed out around 8 and slept like a baby until 8 this morning, only to wake up and discover that there was no hot water, not even warm water, nothing was coming out of this thing. This is the second time this has happened to us, but today, I was not having it. I decided to wait it out. After all, I hadn’t showered since Sunday morning and I was feelin a little narsty. I turned the shower on even though there was no water coming out and went downstairs for some breakfast. I attempted to eat a yogurt, but it had gone bad (anything with dairy goes bad here in like 4 days) so I settled for some Cinnamon Toast Crunch minus the milk and turned on the tube for some early morning HBO. About half way into Shallow Hal, I heard the water kick on. YESSSSSSSSSSSS. Stop, showertime. (obscure MC Hammer reference, sorry). My morning only got better when I sat next to this guy on the subway:


Put it back on!

He had the greatest Romanian hat I’ve seen so far so you can imagine my disappointment when he took it off before Marc could snap a quick picture. Marc said he was petting it like it was a dog after he took it off. I didn’t notice it and I was sitting right next to him so he could have been totally lying.