ode to another woman's husband and the ny giants.

I would like to take a moment to celebrate a husband who is not mine. Yesterday I went to a dinner party thrown by a married couple. Walking there, I wondered how much it would feel like the "smug married couple" dinner of Bridget Jones. I don't hang out much with married couples, mostly because I am busy at home watching Lost on abc.com. Fortunately for me, it was nothing like the single-girl q & a of Ms. Jones' experience. It was actually pretty poppin. And, I feel the need to give a shout out to my gracious hosts who not only fed me but also put me up when it got too late to walk to the C train. You know who you are. Just how poppin (or pawesome) are thee? let me count the ways. There are actually five of them. So here's my top 5 reasons that someone else's husband rocks:

1. you make a mean asparagus risotto
2. the "le tigre" blanket. amazing.
3. your facebook stalking advice is incomparable
4. you provide pajama packages, complete with toothbrush, for your guests
5. i have a sneaking suspicion that you could be the key to spreading "whack or poppin" to an international audience.

(Also, your wife is pretty cool too.)

And continuing with the shout outs to the male gender, I feel that I should give one here to the NY Giants. I confess, I was not very invested in the outcome of tonight's game, as the Raiders making it to the post-season was about as likely as me coaching them there. However, I was rooting for the Patriots tonight, because, I mean, come on. Tom Brady. But Giants, you played well. Eli Manning? Great job shaking off like 10 Patriots to complete a solid pass.

I feel that I should apologize. I have ignored you for the past 4 years, even though you're technically my home team. I underestimated you against Green Bay and New England, and you've proven yourselves. I have refused to give up my west coast loyalties and tonight you showed me that maybe I should broaden my views. I'm not saying I'd ever buy a Giants hat or anything, but I think perhaps I owe you some respect. Are we cool? Maybe we can be friends, Giants. Though if the celebratory honking, howling, and shouting that is going on outside of my window doesn't stop soon, our friendship might be off to an ever-so-slightly rocky start.