For those who don’t know (and I don’t know why you would), I’m in
Much like Will Leitch – or “Harvey Guam,” as he likes to be called now – pointed out today in said Blog, I will likely attend several parties that sound thrilling on paper, but are about as much fun as any other time you’ve ever gone to a club. Which is to say, they won’t be fun at all.
The events/parties/awkward social interactions I know I’m attending: 1) The media party Tuesday night headlined by – and I can’t make this up – the Gin Blossoms. And yes, it’s exactly like it sounds: a party consisting only of members of the media, all of which would probably still consider the Gin Blossoms relevant and/or awesome. It’s supposed to be wild; 2) The Madden party on Thursday (Purple Jesus will be in attendance); 3) The one thing I’m genuinely excited about: the Deadspin party.
Going to a party hosted and attended by sports bloggers (along with endless amounts of beautiful women, I’m certain) in a nondescript sports bar in a strip mall somewhere around
Aside from that, I’m sure I’ll make some of the typical media stops (media day, radio row, etc., etc.), but really, I think the good stuff will come from talking with fans, locals, prostitutes, and so on about the ridiculousness of The Week. At least, I assume it’s ridiculous. This is my first Super Bowl experience. So far, all I’ve seen is the airport, Pizzeria Uno’s, and the Phoenix Hilton, none of which could be in any way classified as “ridiculous.”
Although I do have a fairly extensive, self-stocked wet bar.