Super, thanks for asking

Yesterday was Keith and Amy's annual Superbowl party. It was a hoot as always, and now traditions have formed such as the halftime chili dog feeding, the betting on the length of the national anthem (Billy Joel's voice is busted!), and running out to get a bottle of bourbon at the end of the game and doing shots with Keith, Sara, and Nicholas.

The problem with the Superbowl is that it ends so early on the West Coast, and then you're wasted at 7PM. I barely managed to stay awake until 9.