A Super Bowl party is a beautiful thing, isn't it? The way that can bring a group of people together into one room without any need for further explanation is pretty astounding (plus: good food, right?)
Sunday afternoon we walked with our neighbors down to our friend Martha's house. Sure, we watched the game (kind of); but mostly we piled our plates full of food and talked. We met Nic - a contractor who had arrived from London the day before, and gave him all our best tips for learning to love the city. We talked about how any major sporting event increases prostitution in the hosting city - and we prayed for the girls enslaved in this horrific injustice. We laughed with our neighbors as they shared with us everything they have learned about learning to love one another in the context of different cultures (she's American, he's Mexican). We did our best to get everyone in the room to sign up for the half marathon that our community group is running together . . .
Also, did I mention the food?
how was your party? what did you eat? what did you talk about? next year you are invited to our party, ok?