someone plead the cure
why didn't I think of this before? whilst the rest of the metro d-troit area is revelling in football and consumerism, why not go Super Bowling at your favorite little dive bowling alley? the Garden Bowl, perhaps; had I planned it right, maybe Jeff would have DJ'd. and then we'd be just a short mile or so up woodward from ford field, but blissfully unaware of what 78% of the rest of the country was watching.
instead, someone beat me to the punch and planned a swell anti-super bowl party. I should know: you don't mess with a planner extra-ordinaire. she'll mess you up, like, ev'rytime. plus, it's probably best to keep our distance from that whole downtown scene. Say, 9 miles up woodward or so.
UPDATE: oh shite, I was one-upped. from the detroit news:
instead, someone beat me to the punch and planned a swell anti-super bowl party. I should know: you don't mess with a planner extra-ordinaire. she'll mess you up, like, ev'rytime. plus, it's probably best to keep our distance from that whole downtown scene. Say, 9 miles up woodward or so.
UPDATE: oh shite, I was one-upped. from the detroit news:
On Thursday night, at Pittsburgh Steeler Jerome Bettis' much-hyped Super Bowling Extravaganza, Detroit Police struggled to contain mobs desperate to catch a glimpse of the NFL greats on Woodward Avenue, outside the Garden Bowl.
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3 Comments:
yeah, i was gonna say... didn't someone beat you to the garden bowl? and what's more disappointing, i think they fixed it up for his arrival...
oh, how the mighty have fallen. or, I guess in this case, the humble have sold out?
are you saying the garden bowl would be better than "the den of relaxation"? I think not.
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