I have a severe case of FOMO, Jeryl. (That’s Fear of Missing Out for those of you not privy to my acronyms.) And it’s not really even a fear, it’s a fact. ROMO (Reality of Missing Out).
EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. I. KNOW. was at Indy’s Super Bowl Village last night. At least it seemed that way. The pictures are gorgeous, the celebrities abundant, my little green heart burst with envious sadness.
Way to go, Indy. I am so proud of my native state.
As a celebrity stalker, a people-watcher, a rabid concert-goer, and an alcoholic beverage swiller, I feel like I’m missing the event of a lifetime. I’ve toyed with the idea of turning off my Facebook account until it’s all over. That’s how deep my ugly envy goes. But then I might miss a picture of Jimmy Fallon, of Adam Sandler, of Ryan Gosling, of my loves circling Drew Brees like a hungry pack of wolves and hanging out at the glorious fire and ice stations. And when the Rolling Stone party happens tonight? Watch out.
On the other hand, I’m just so happy for Indiana. What a show, what a coup. Now the rest of the world knows just how fabulous the Hoosier state is.
Enjoy every moment of it, dear friends and family. Keep sending me pictures, keep stalking celebrities for me. I’m saying a few Mississippi prayers that the rain stays at bay today.
When OAR plays “This Town” tonight, be sure to sing it. Loudly.
XO, Indy. You continue to make us proud.