It’s pushing midnight, my plane for Miami leaves at 7 a.m. and I’m still packing. Actually, I’m on my computer writing this blog, when I should be packing. Some things never change.
I might as well get used to it, because I don’t think sleep is going to be an option over the next few days. When I first heard that the Super Bowl was going to be in Miami, my first thought wasn’t football. It was closer to something like Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights. Or the Bible’s Sodom and Gomorrah. In short, “there’s gonna be a party y’all!”
In fact, it was only this week that I realized that I actually went to the Super Bowl last year. Actually, I went to Detroit to hang out during the Super Bowl, but that just proves how memorable that experience wasn’t. Miami promises to take what is already a full sensory overload to brand new level.
Sure the game will be fun, and I can’t wait to watch the Colts and the Bears — my two favorite teams — square off. But before that happens, I’ll be faithfully covering the party scene down here. I’m credentialed for several parties, including the Maxim party, which many veterans say is one of the best, plus the Penthouse party, numerous clubs in the South Beach area and whatever else we happen to run into. Stay tuned over the next few days for the pics and videos, here in this blog, and in our special Super Bowl section. Also, check out the party preview audio podcasts below.