Monika was in last night, so we went out to Park & Orchard, and I didn’t get a chance to post my new pics. But, it seems, every morning, the local radio station is addicted to this song that I didn’t even know existed, but now it’s stuck in my head.
Perhaps part of it is because Xtina is so hot in the video.
Today shit got real. Media Day was yesterday, so most of the crews yesterday were at Prudential Center. But they all arrived here today. Semis, trailers, trucks, and a lot of cranky crews who have no idea what cold is because they’ve been at home for the last two weeks.
And, the catering tent got crowded.
Tonight, I had a very rare opportunity to go to something called NFL House. It was an invite-only party in Times Square for only employees of the NFL, and included the best food, entertainment, and drinks. And it was the only opportunity I had to go to Super Bowl Boulevard, and go on the toboggan run on Broadway.
But instead, because of long days and lonely nights, I just didn’t have my normal energy. So, instead, I’ll do what I do best. Drink a martini, brood, and write.
This is actually a bunch of pics from the last few days. It’s been a mix of being crazy busy, putting out fires, and waiting for some problem to arise.
And here are a few sound checks from outside the stadium. They had this shit blaring. Kind of made it cool to walk around the compound with background music, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sick of Bruno Mars by game day. “Locked out of Heaven” is kind of rattling around and stuck in my head right now.
Tonight, instead of blogging from my hotel room, while listening to Howard Stern by the light of my rock, sipping a martini, I’m stuck at the compound. Tonight is a special kind of night. And it’s kind of an initiation, or hazing, for me at my first ever Super Bowl.
Every one else on my three compounds has cleared out. There’s only me left. Until who knows when, but I’m told not past 6 am, so that’s nice. I’ve gone around to every trailer, unlocked every door, unlocked every storage cabinet, every bathroom.
And now I wait. They’ll be here eventually. They’ll leave nothing unturned. And at some point, I’ll get the go ahead that I can finally go home. After the noise of helicopters and barking dogs, I’ll get to go back and sleep.
Until then, just sitting here with my two laptops, watching the grammys and doodling, and trying not to bother anyone. Hope that works out.
On The Verge of Tears 