so i'm still planning on talking about dr. cornwall and the weekend at the retreat, but i'm really tired right now so my brain is just not processing stuff at a rate which is conducive to explaining it all to you, my faithful readers. tonight or tomorrow i'll try to indulge a little bit. but for now, something light.

so sunday was the superbowl. at my church every year we throw a HUGE superbowl party for youth groups around the greater chicago area. upwards of 400 kids and youth pastors and youth leaders come, and we offer a variety of activities for those who could care less about the game. this year we had jeremiah's band play, we had video games, we had karoake, we had pool and foozball, we had inflatable jousting matches. i'll be real honest with you when i say that i don't really watch televised sports. there are only so many hours in a day and presently there is not enough time for me to develop a new interest which requires me to watch men in spandex grab each other's asses. that's not to say that i don't enjoy sports at all. i like being active and it's not like i'm completely clueless as to basic rules of the game; i just don't really like being a spectator unless i personally know someone playing.

that said, i was assigned to supervise the karoake room at the super bowl party. how fitting. let me tell you, by the end of the night, the karoake room was the place to be. the room was nearly packed out for most of the second half, and even after the game had ended people didn't want to leave. i'm not sure what the basis of its appeal was, as a majority of the kids wanting to karoake would select their song, get up on stage, and then decide they were too embarrassed to sing in front of an audience. if i ever see any of you readers do this i will slap you. it's the most annoying thing in the world, and it doesn't provide for solid entertainment. that's why erik and i took it upon ourselves to show them how it's done. namely by belting out a stunning rendition of aretha franklin's "natural woman." sam decided that he would offer his dancing services, free of charge, to any of the daring performers who wanted to participate. he captured the audiences' hearts when he threw himself on the stage while two girls were singing "stop in the name of love", violently convulsing in what seemed to be a near death state that undoubtedly accompanies a broken heart. holy freak batman that was hilarious. i love sam. sam has great hair. a lot like justin guarani's hair from the last american idol. jeanna and i spend hours in the student lounge just running our fingers through it. it's great.

and you know what? to be real honest with you, i'm still not even sure who played in the superbowl. or if superbowl is supposed to be one word or two. but that might be because i was sicker than a dog this weekend so cut me some freaking slack.