OK, NOW I care about the superbowl

I hate driving down to LA on Sundays. I usually reserve this day for unwinding, regrouping, piddling and prep'ing for the upcoming week. But my cousin and her boo are serving up lobster, crab, shrimp and champagne at their superbowl party. How could I resist? She knew just how to get me, bless her heart. So, I will be making that half hour drive down to LA today to eat, drink and be merry with a bunch of folks I don't know and couldn't care less about. Bring on the commercials and the grub. Oh, and the men bending over in jock straps and form fitting pants couldn't hurt either.