Last week, as you know, was the Superbowl. Every year we go to a Superbowl party, eat wings and nachos and other party foods, laugh at commercials. Well, the game was on at 2:30am here in KSA. Rob set his alarm but didn't get up. I caught the last 4 minutes of the game after I got up for work. I then woke Jack up and dressed him in the Packers outfit that Grandpa Dave bought him.
We got to school and I expected everyone to be buzzing about the game. But guess what - only Americans care about American football. Huh. One of the other teachers (who is British) said, "Oh Jack, you have your green track suit on today." I was like, "Hello, it's not just any green track suit...it's a Packers suit because the Packers won the Superbowl an hour ago" but no one cared. She laughed, and at least knew what I was talking about, unlike most of the students and teachers around.
It's funny how I didn't care about American traditions like the Superbowl until I left America...hmmm...