Through a friend of Cliff, we got tickets to a big, private Super Bowl party.
Nice outfits.
Through a friend of Cliff, we got tickets to a big, private Super Bowl party.
Nice outfits.
But not as nice as the ones we wore.
At least one person arrived at the party by corporate jet.
We were at one of the many bars and Cliff said, "That's Evander
Holyfield." I talked to him for a minute and shook his hand.
The party was in and around a hanger near the airport, which is near the
stadium.
I couldn't get any good pictures of the incredible buffets, but here is a
shot of some custard deserts.
Some of my tasty morsels.
Stations were set up to sample top shelf beverages, in this case a
Guatemalan rum. I usually don't start the day with a shot of rum, but these
are not typical days.
And Cliff never met a free drink he didn't like.
Hand-rolled, Cuban-like cigars. I picked one up for Tank. But Cliff and
I might smoke it tomorrow if a celebration is in order.
An entertainer doing card tricks.
Drink tricks.
The band is giving a Bruce preview of tomorrow by singing "Born to Run."
Steeler fans -- we are family.
A lone Arizona fan tries to steal the spotlight from the Steelers (and gets
the finger in the process).
The Steeler fans take control and show off their purses. The Arizona fan
has nothing when it comes to the purse bowl.
Next stop, Raymond James Stadium -- TOMORROW. Cliff and I will be
at the stadium around noon and will party all day until the 6:27 kickoff.
Nothing left to say except, "Go Steelers!"