Super Bowl dilemma....

Okay, so as I alluded to the other day, yes, we have a Super Bowl dilemma....only we could have a crisis over something so silly.
The Super Bowl is always a Big Deal in our house -- we're all football fanatics, and we love getting into the whole spectacle and everything that goes with it.
Usually, JN has to work, so that means the boys and I enjoy it at home -- we get lots of junk food, park ourselves in front of the TV, and veg the whole day. Last year, JN was home, and we had a great time all together at our house.
I actually REALLY enjoy that....I get as much or as little of whatever food I want, I'm not distracted/bothered by anything (the boys know they either sit and watch or go play elsewhere!), and I'm in my comfort zone.
My TV, my remote, my sweats, my couch.
Well now that our Bears are actually in it, JN's Bear-fan coworker has decided to throw a Super Bowl party at his house, and JN wants to go (since he's off work again).
I'm not OPPOSED to going, but I see several drawbacks to going:

1. JN's coworker and fiance have no kids....if kids were invited, that would be one thing, but this is a grown-up party, which means either A) we spend money we don't have on a sitter for who knows how long and bum the boys out we aren't watching the game with them (especially SJ, who really gets into it); or B) we bring the kids and I spend all day trying to keep them out of everything in a house with new furniture, decorations and NO toys. Both options suck.
   
2. There will be a bunch of people there -- some of whom we know, some of whom we don't. We'll be forced to be social -- chit-chatting, being nice, etc. Blah. Plus, a bunch of people means sharing seats/space around the TV/TVs....will we get a spot where we can even see well? Will people talk during the commercials (which I hate), or worse, the game?? And there's always some asshole in every crowd when watching football who has to discuss every play called, every bad play made, every mistake, etc. I CAN'T STAND THESE GUYS, and there will almost assuredly be at least one there.
3. It's the BEARS and PRINCE at halftime -- this is possibly the greatest Super Bowl EVER!! I don't wanna piss it away playing nice at someone's house full of people who I don't wanna get to know for fear of losing track of the game.
4. We WILL miss key plays, key commentary, and most of the commercials -- that's how it works at parties, period. Not cool.

Despite all this, that's where JN wants to go.
To complicate things, my mom called the other night and invited us over there for the Super Bowl....she wants to have me down for a belated birthday thing, and she thought the Super Bowl would be fun (she's a big Bears fan too).
I see no real problem with this plan -- it would just be us, so no throngs of people. And they would be focused on the game and the commercials -- while there would be minimal chit-chat, it should be manageable. We've gotta head her way anyway, so we're not spending any extra money going there (we should be able to bring the dog with us), and she'll buy/make all the food!
While staying at home would still be my first choice, Mom's is doable to me....we get the whole "Super Bowl party" thing without all the Super Bowl party bullshit.
And JN's reaction?
No way.
He said NO WAY to going to my mom's, yet is pushing to go to his coworker's.
This makes no sense to me.
Any drawback there is to Mom's is TENFOLD at his coworker's.
I think he's saying this for two reasons:

1. He feels as though he *should* go to his coworker's party, since he probably already gave him the idea we're going (which wouldn't surprise me) and we're such big Bears fans -- hard to come by in this area.
2. He wants his way, plain and simple -- my way and my family sucks, his way and his friends rule. Or something along those lines.

I suggested I could go to Mom's and he could go to the coworker's, which I knew would be met with disgust (and I don't really like anyway, since I wanna watch our Bears with him). But it would solve the problem.
So what will we do? No clue.
I'll probably give in (as usual) and go to his friend's, but I'll be wishing I was at home in my sweats, screaming at the TV with all my guys, eating my pizza rolls....
I'll keep you posted.