First-Person: Super Bowl Road Trip

I can tell you that I am so excited about this Super Bowl in Phoenix, the Giants vs. Patriots. This is my first ever Super Bowl Game in the flesh.

Don't get me wrong. I've always had parties and invited folks over you know the wing dings, little weenies, celery and the sorts, but I can honestly say that nothing has ever prepared me for a road trip across country with some of my best friends. The air seems to be thrumming with excitement even as we pulled into the La Quinta Inn outside of Phoenix on the fitting name of Superstition Spring Boulevard.

Being that prices are ridiculously high, it seemed the better choice. Thank goodness I'm not overly superstitious. Maybe for the next event we'll plan in advance. I'm not saying this is a last-minute thing a friend of mine. John, his girlfriend, Margi, Gary, and Lee have been planning this and have remained on NoDoz's non-stop attempting to get to Phoenix.

We thought that we were going to see all the events occurring in Phoenix as grand, but I can promise you that the gas stations and tourists stops on the way have been anticipating the traffic going through. Mom knows, I have never had so much fun. If I wasn't sleeping and being nudged awake by other folks howling with streamers from the opposing teams on their vehicles, then imagine waking up to a face over yours covered in paint, and cheese wiz on the side of your own face, because you were the first one to fall asleep. I feel like I've entered college again, I can tell you I never enjoyed toothpaste drying in my eyelashes nor do I like cheese wiz crusting over in my sideburns or between my fingers.

I feel like we have entered a movie "Enter the Dragon" it is utter chaos every where you look the grocery stores are over crowded. I didn't think a store full of spirits could be sorely depleted in stock, but of course, not being a strong drinker, except on special occasions, such as this -- and hockey matches -- I can be wrong. This is my first night here (Thursday) so I'll be signing off with more until tomorrow.

It's tomorrow -- Friday to be exact. I've never known that the scent of alcohol in the morning mixed with an Egg McMuffin could be the perfect laxative. Crikey, my stomach is queasy, and I'm even more shocked that I'm attempting to allow you inside of the grumpy side of T.A. in the morning. I don't know how much I drink last night or early, early morning but I can guarantee you that it was probably enough to supply half the hobo's on the train line.

If you're here in Phoenix. Beware of the ticket scalpers. I'm pretty sure quite a few are giving fake tickets or are police trying to give away nice door prizes. People are outrageously loud, and you might be wondering how loud I've been thus far. Well, I never kiss and tell, but my voice is just about gone, and I've exchanged the cheese wiz face covering for that of the Patriots colors.

Well, guys, I hope if you plan on coming to Phoenix for Super Bowl XLII, that you have loads of safe fun. There suppose to be parties being held all over the city not to mention Snoop Doggy Dog's concert he's having. We'll be trying out some of the night life. I want to check out Sugar Daddy's in Scottsdale, heh, but you know how that goes -- we'll see. Either way, you can't go too far with out seeing the Giants fan or the Patriots.