Super Bowl season ended this past Sunday, but not without me watching it with my friends. Here are a few thoughts I had while experiencing this nation-wide tradition:

What do I need to get for this party I am invited to? Chips? Drinks? Okay, I am gonna be crafty and make football brownies...that is cute, right?

Arrives at party as someone not from Georgia to see everyone in black and red. Immediately feels out of place.

Sits down on the couch and looks at the food selection. Why is there so much buffalo chicken dip? 10 people cannot reasonably consume this much. But then again, how reasonable are hungry college students?

The game is starting! Everyone, I repeat the game is starting! People sit down with plates heaped with food. NATIONAL ANTHEM TIME....oh wait....Luke Bryan?? Really??

"Justin, where is Lady Gaga? I want Lady Gaga to sing everything!" Justin replies, "Babe they hired her to sing the halftime show, she's probably trying on her meat dress."

I decide to sit quietly through the first half because let's be honest, I am only here for the chicken dip and Lady Gaga.

My "sit quietly" idea fails once the first commercial break comes on. I find the strange ones comment worthy.

The game comes back on and once again there's a 7 man pile up? This is too predictable. Is this sport only tackles?

I hear a string of profanity come from a friends mouth. I catch the name Brady somewhere, why doesn't he like him? Aren't the Brady Bunch supposed to be good people?

BROWNIE TIME!!! I go to grab one and they are all gone? There were 30 and it's not even the end of the FIRST QUARTER? ....Justin?

I decide on another slice of pizza, but I am getting the feeling I am going to be extremely confused and hungry by the end of this game (I am still hung up on this Brady thing, why does everyone hate him?)

Justin swears he didn't eat all the brownies but promises me not to be sad, Lady Gaga will be out soon!

The second quarter passes away with more pizza on my part and more TDs for Brady (I am starting to see why people hate him).

HALF TIME. HALF TIME. LADY GAGA TIME. I AM DYING. (I might have cried and made Justin hold me).

Oh, that was short, "Justin, why can't this whole game be Lady Gaga singing?" He replies, "That's called a concert Georgia..."

THERE'S ANOTHER HALF???? Why am I here?

I may or may not have camped out on the couch and slept...I woke up to the boos when the other team scored and screams when our team did. But mostly, I slept.

Another Super Bowl well done on. Lady Gaga was the best. Brownies were the second best part. Brady was the worst.

HAPPY SUPER BOWL SEASON

(I am gonna have to get Justin to throw a party like this for the finale of Grey's, this is kinda fun).