Long Live the Superbowl! In a rare moment of football enthusiasm, this February the third, I spent the unofficial national holiday at the annual Buckinghammer Superbowl Party. There are still some unequaled festivities in West Philadelphia that warrant your attention. This is one of them:
Basically a rager of a gentlemen's house on Buckingham Place, a tiny and adorable street between 44th and 45th Streets, hosts a crazy legendary Superbowl Party of kids who normally wouldn't give a hoot about football. And it is unbelievably fun. There are many snacks and many tv sets:
One of which showcases the PUPPY BOWL on Animal Planet. There is also one in the Bathroom, so you don't miss anything while you're doing your duty:
There was even a substitute HalfTime Show featuring EAT FOREVER and Drums Like Machine Guns, performed in the basement and simultaneously broadcast through the projector in the living room. This crowd was not about to watch Tom Petty.
Here is where the Giants threw the miracle pass that won them the final and consquential touchdown against the Patriots. (Everyone was cheering!)
This is how many people were crammed into one tiny living room, equipped with somewhat stadium seating.
So. Much. Fun.