Bedtime at 4am

Last night (or should I say early this morning?) I went to bed at 4am.

This isn't exactly common. My usual bedtime is more like 10pm, owing to my being more of a morning person. Sometimes, I actually set an alarm for when I want to go to bed. By the time I'm a senior citizen, I'm pretty sure I'll be going to bed too early to shake my fist at those gosh darn kids that will undoubtedly be on my lawn.

But last night was different. After my flight back to London was delayed (strong winds, torrential downpours, and just general British weather being responsible), I fought my way through all manners of wetness to make it to my friend Ritesh's Super Bowl party. I did this for two primary reasons: 1) I don't own a TV; and 2) There's nothing quite like watching the U.S. Super Bowl, in the UK, with two Indians, a Canadian, and a French-Burkinabe for company. Expat life at its finest!

I've mentioned before that I don't reeeeeally follow American football. But hey, this was the Super Bowl. Starring the underdog Denver Broncos, from my home state of Colorado. Also, there was pizza.

And they won. There are few things I love more than an underdog story, particularly one that involves athletic men vaulting over each other's heads to grab balls out of the sky. (I was going for poetic on that last sentence. Success?) 

They won, they won, THEY WON! It was awesome. I was smiling and jumping and high-fiving. It was worth the one-time 4am bedtime, and worth the sleepiness I felt all day. Sometimes we just want to have an experience that will let us say one day in the distant future, "I remember the day when..." 

I remember the day when the Broncos won Super Bowl 50.

Love,
Joëlle