by James Tuttle @TuttleMode
If you’re like me, you’ve been so busy this past week that even RuPaul’s Drag Race sits unwatched on your DVR. There was no way I was going to miss one of the biggest events in television history on Sunday, though. After months of anticipation, no-fly zones over Indianapolis and nationwide stockpiling of chicken wings and tortilla chips, Madonna Bowl finally arrived!
Scott and I popped over to our friends Michael and Joel’s Madonna Bowl party, which they kept referring to as a “Super Bowl” party, late in the afternoon. We may have missed most of the first half of the football game that they were playing as a lead-in to the performance, but we were comfortably seated with a stiff cocktail when an army of guys dressed like Roman gladiators in Calvin Klein underwear led an enormous chariot onto the field.