OOTD: Superbowl Version

Those who didn't watch the Superbowl yesterday raise their hands. My husband's boss hosted a Superbowl party at his (multi-million dollar) penthouse in Tribeca and we went with our daughter since there were other kids. I was sure that everybody would be very casual but my husband insisted that I don't wear jeans. Of course everybody was wearing jeans except me but it was OK as it was still a pretty casual outfit. I wore a pair of navy Minnie-like pants by Theory and the Cashmere zip-front hoodie in heather dusk. I have worn this hoodie non-stop since buying it a few weeks ago. It is still full price, so quite the investment, but I decided that I didn't want to wait for it to go on sale and miss on it, especially since the heather dusk color is a store-only color and there aren't tons of them around (only few stores carry it). I didn't take a pic of my outfit before leaving yesterday and I could't take it a posteriori (you will understand why at the end of this post) but I have pics of another OOTD featuring this sweater and the toothpick cords in snow thistle that I didn't get around to post. I am wearing my usual XS in the sweater and a 27 in the cords (I am usually a 26 but my champagne ones from last year are also a 27, I prefer them to be not too tight in the lighter colors):

So we had a very good time until pretty much the very last minute of the game, after the Giants had already marked their winning touchdown. At that point my daughter, who was sort of sleeping against me on the couch in the family room where we were watching the game started to cough and choke and ended up throwing up FOUNTAIN-LIKE on the multi-million dollar couch (and on my Theory pants, incidentally). Embarassment can't even start to describe how I felt. Of course the hosts were very gracious about it but I still felt a bad mom for not seeing it coming and taking her quickly to the bathroom that was only steps away. Of course I didn't have a change with me even if before leaving it crossed my mind that I should take an extra bottom, just in case (I was thinking pee, not vomit). Luckily her tights, unlike the skirt, were somehow saved (they only got a little bit of uhm... solid stuff, that I could take out without soaking them in water), so she could put them back to go home (her puffer was long enough to partially cover her butt).
Now, it was cold, she was clearly sick and half naked so we started to look for a cab. We found out that Superbowl night, especially if the NYC team is one of the teams playing, is pretty much like New Year's Eve: impossible to find a cab. We were close to a subway station so instead of waiting in the cold we decided to get on a train headed Uptown (West Side) and take a cab from there to cross the park. That's how we run into Dr. Drew, who was also on the train with his daughter. Apparently he couldn't find a cab either. Because of the Giants victory there was a very festive athmosphere in the train and people started to ask him if he was Dr. Drew from the show. In New York you don't see very often people starstruck, we are kind of used to see celebrities and even if we are we feign indifference. But not yesterday night. He was a real good sport about it and started to talk to strangers and to be photographied with passengers. He is also quite the handsome man, very tall and young-looking for his age.
It was a fun ride and when we got off the train and had to take the bus instead of a cab I didn't even mind (the bus ride was also fun). However, I hope for the sake of my husband's career that the couch won't bear forever signs of the accident.

How was your Superbowl night?