The Super Bowl

Written on 1/18/2026 about the events of the afternoon and evening of February 13, 2023

After the hike, Holly and I went back to my house. She fell asleep on my couch. She’s such a dynamic person, rarely still; so I took the opportunity to take picture of her sleeping face. This picture is now my most treasured photo of her.

We were planning to attend a super bowl party that evening; we’d decided to go together. The party was… interesting; one of the guests was fairly poorly socialized and became quite handsy with several of the women. A few of the guys, including me, had to work together to escort him out. In the meantime a few of the women ran interference to prevent him from being alone with anyone.

Holly and I spent some of the super bowl holding hands behind the backs of Eliza and Nour.

Holly ended up fairly drunk (the super bowl party was fairly fratty), so I drove us back to my apartment again where she once again intended to fall asleep on my couch. During this time, drunk Holly said she loved me. I was fairly surprised by this, but I’d loved her for awhile, so I was ready to say it back, and I did. She quickly drunkenly backpedaled; she said she’d meant it like she says it to her girlfriends (mmhm, sure). But I was happy to give her grace on it; I just said that I’d meant it, and she could say it for real whenever she was ready.

One way or another, I ended up trying to go to bed (shutting the door to my bedroom), and she ended up fairly distraught and on the floor in the hallway outside my door; so we both ended up on the floor outside and I held her head for awhile until she fell asleep. Then I carried her to the couch and went to bed.