To me, the Super Bowl is just a party. I have three older brothers and over the years many male friends – so the Super Bowl is a mix of beer, commercials, and usually a food extravaganza. This year I knew that I could force myself upon the same crew as last year, or go visit my brother who with a cold and bucket of chicken had every intention of parking his ass on his couch, but I decided…nah…this is the year I’ll actually be a girl and have no plans. There is no male figure forcing this upon me and I wouldn’t have to worry about navigating a Monday hangover. But, opportunity knocked and fortunately, (or unfortunately depending how you look at it), I answered.
Just recently I joined a gym. An urban hipster gym that apparently also throws major events. I decided to get my ass out of my loft and into the gym this afternoon. However, when I arrived there were gourmet food trucks parked on this little street and heavenly smells wafting into the workout rooms. One of the staff told me they were hosting a Super Bowl party and as a member my admission was free! She encouraged me to “check it out” as she, other staff, and other new members (like me) were going to go down.
So, I did. Wow. I never expected it to be so big. There were huge screens, couches, waitresses, music, and hoards and hoards of people.
I quickly felt incredibly out of place in gym clothes, no makeup, a sober state and every time I tried to sit at a table somebody pointed out how they were “saving that for a friend”. That fear that everybody secretly harbours about walking into a place alone and being ostracized actually came true. I ended up standing in a corner, nursing a beer and talking to the wait staff.
So, that begs the question – is putting yourself out there, or being open to new opportunities always the best advice? I have girlfriends who can’t go to a convenience store alone, whereas other friends can easily go on vacations with only numero uno. So, what would you do? When faced with party, beer, and a free ticket in…would you “check it out” or would you take your sweat-pants laden self directly home to the couch.
I decided to split this somewhere down the middle. I hung in there for my one beer, grabbed some beeramisu and headed home. I gave myself a little pat on the back for trying. Is it better to have tried and failed, then never to have tried at all?
So, next time life takes you out of your comfort zone, ask yourself…what would you do?
The Ginga Ninja