Long story short: I was invited to a family[-ish] Superbowl party today and I don't really feel like going. And although it's not like it's a huge deal if I don't go, I'm not sure what to do.
It's at my brother-in-law's parents' house. Usually my parents do something at their house, but they're out of town so my sister invited me to the one her in-laws are having. Which is really nice, but... I dunno. There are a few reasons I don't feel like going:
1) For starters, I've never been huge sit-down-and-watch-sporting-events person to begin with. I enjoy sports, but more as an active participant.When I used to watch the Superbowl at my friend's house back in the day, if there was no team we cared about, or if it was a blowout, we'd get bored by halftime and start playing Risk (woooo nerds!). Chances are I'm going to just be bored out of my mind, but with little at my disposal to distract myself.
2) There's also the fact that even if it's a Superbowl party, it's still kind of a "family event." Like, it's not where you're hanging out with a bunch of friends doing friend stuff and interacting in friend ways. The dynamic is a lot different.
2a) And technically, it's not even really "my family" either. They're people I know because my sister married a particular person. I mean, they're nice people and I like them, but there's still a kind of that connection missing, ya know?
3) This weekend was nice because I spent most of it sitting on my ass doing nothing. Usually I'm running around like a maniac taking care of errands that I can't do on weekdays, which usually involves schlepping to my parents' house. And it's been good decompressing and doing some therapeutic cleaning, especially because I (should) have a lot to do this week. And I'd like to finish off the weekend with the same.
4) Since I'm on a low carb diet and a lot of snackfood is carby, I'm going to have to sit there staring longingly at delicious carbs I can't eat =/
So... I'm not sure what to do. I feel bad kind of just ditching (I'd probably call up my sister and say I'm not really feeling well or something like that) but at the same time I realize that I have an overactive guilty conscience (thanks Catholicism!) and that I would probably be "happier" chilling by myself and doing what I want to do instead of going over there.