By the time the half time electronic fergie-liciousness came to an end last night I felt so relieved. Are you kidding me? My buffalo wings couldnt even take the sting out of what I was seeing. Fergie was like tinkerbell from hell. Who's sole purpose was to gyrate (ew) on stage in her tiny stripper outfit. NEXT TO THE SLASH, I might add. GROSS!!!!! I dont recall any singing. I do however have a slight headache from the astro-glow suits that attempted to jive in sync with the computer-tronic voices.
needless to say,
it was NOT the time of my life.
Our Chiropractor today said it best: " I would rather have spent 30 minutes watching stupid human tricks."
I dont mean to offend anyone who thought the half time show was the best ever. Its just for me, who personally doesnt believe in football - well, I rely on the musical number for some much needed relief in an otherwise looong boring night. And I was so very disappointed. Its like, we got flashed by Janet Jackson, and now this. I may have to ban the superbowl forever.
But hey, at Least Christina Aguilera sang the wrong words to the National Anthem.