Yesterday, we went for our first Super Bowl party!
No, it still hasn't changed my opinion of the game. I think American Football is a violent sport, where brawn triumphs over brain. But Chuckles seems to have really taken to it, going as far as pointing out strategy and the finer rules of the game to me. He is even threatening to start playing Fantasy Football from next season. *shudder*
But last night, with a salad and an open mind in tow; I went along with Chuckles to our first Super Bowl party. One of his colleagues had invited us and I was in for a pleasant surprise. There was some betting, great food, some beers and very interesting conversation! Black Eyed Peas played at the half-time show and we were mesmerized. The show was spectacular and when Usher and Slash came on, the evening was complete. We capped the game with ice-cream and blueberries drunk on amaretto.
While we said our good-byes, it struck me just how far we have come in one year. We have become so comfortable in our American dream that we dined with Americans, adding our tuppence on their sport. Our companions were easily twenty years older than I am, so Chuckles and I ended up telling them about the Black Eyed Peas and Usher and Slash and they in turn humoured us by listening. Who have we become? In a little over a year, we have changed from waiting for buses and trams to go someplace to now hopping into our cars and driving around aimlessly. Our daily walks in the woods of Nuremberg have been replaced by rare, occasional walks at the Arboretum or at Memorial Park. Our cycles are still languishing in the garage waiting to be taken out. We check the weather everyday instead of dressing according to the season. We now notice and categorize words into American and British English. We have begun planning our next 'road -trip'. The television is on for more than three hours a day and we are making, eating in front of the television, a habit. We speak in terms of central, eastern and pacific time zones and have started understanding the nuances of everything American.
Did we expect this to happen? I guess not. Therein, lies the beauty of moving to a country like this. The familiarity creeps up on you and you revel in your second skin.
No, it still hasn't changed my opinion of the game. I think American Football is a violent sport, where brawn triumphs over brain. But Chuckles seems to have really taken to it, going as far as pointing out strategy and the finer rules of the game to me. He is even threatening to start playing Fantasy Football from next season. *shudder*
But last night, with a salad and an open mind in tow; I went along with Chuckles to our first Super Bowl party. One of his colleagues had invited us and I was in for a pleasant surprise. There was some betting, great food, some beers and very interesting conversation! Black Eyed Peas played at the half-time show and we were mesmerized. The show was spectacular and when Usher and Slash came on, the evening was complete. We capped the game with ice-cream and blueberries drunk on amaretto.
While we said our good-byes, it struck me just how far we have come in one year. We have become so comfortable in our American dream that we dined with Americans, adding our tuppence on their sport. Our companions were easily twenty years older than I am, so Chuckles and I ended up telling them about the Black Eyed Peas and Usher and Slash and they in turn humoured us by listening. Who have we become? In a little over a year, we have changed from waiting for buses and trams to go someplace to now hopping into our cars and driving around aimlessly. Our daily walks in the woods of Nuremberg have been replaced by rare, occasional walks at the Arboretum or at Memorial Park. Our cycles are still languishing in the garage waiting to be taken out. We check the weather everyday instead of dressing according to the season. We now notice and categorize words into American and British English. We have begun planning our next 'road -trip'. The television is on for more than three hours a day and we are making, eating in front of the television, a habit. We speak in terms of central, eastern and pacific time zones and have started understanding the nuances of everything American.
Did we expect this to happen? I guess not. Therein, lies the beauty of moving to a country like this. The familiarity creeps up on you and you revel in your second skin.
1 comments:
Now the two of you should graduate to the next level and go for the ultimate american sporting addiction. BASEBALL!
Go Yankees ! (I mean the two of u :)
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