I feel like crap about having to take a personal day yesterday — you have no idea how hard it is to make bail when you don't have friends — so I've decided to make today Sexy Friday. I rounded up a bunch of photos from Super Bowl events I had no prayer of getting into, and it will be a whole series of posts today. I figure it's a nice way to bid adieu to the NFL season and another miserable week of your lives.
Anyway, first up is Marisa Miller at the SI party. I think it's the SI party. Does it really matter? I say no. There's a rule that any time a chick goes out and matches her shoes not to her dress but to her underwear, then it automatically doesn't matter where she is. It's a subtle announcement that she plans to lose the dress but keep the shoes sometime later in the evening, and that. Is. AWESOME.
Also awesome: the fact that she's surrounded by Paunch and Fruity in these photos. Holy hell, I'm not Brad Pitt, but I would be next to those clowns. It looks like the forehead convention went clothes shopping at Sears.