eggggsdfjsldkj: February 2010

And then came the Superbowl.

It was such a perfect day. Everything was going to go our way.

Masses of crowds gathered in the French Quarter to literally Pre-Game.

We stopped to pick up Semmesey and Katie at their cousins' apartment.

Then headed into the streets.

Picked up some celebratory cigars...

And practiced our yay-faces.

Things were getting rowdier by the second and the anticipation was palpable. This was going to be an unforgettable evening, regardless of the outcome.

Adam and I bumped into Chelsea, his favorite person in the world.

We also ran into Miss Ashley - welder by day, fabulous drag queen by night!

5:30 = game time.

We all split off to our respective viewing experiences. Katie and Semmes to their house party, and Adam and I to our favorite bar, Good Friends.

Here. We. Gooooooo!

The energy at Good Friends was amazing.

People cheered their faces off for every single tackle.

I don't know if you know this, but this is the first time I have ever been interested in a football game. I think it might the first time I've ever even paid attention.

I had no idea what was going on; god bless Madam Adam for patiently explaining to me what things like "1st and 10" and "onside kick" mean.

There was definitely a moment, though, where I cheered for the wrong team and you could have heard crickets chirping as the entire bar just turned and looked at me incredulously.

(The Colts had completed a pass and their guy had caught it but then got tackled so I was cheering because he had gotten tackled but apparently the completion is a good thing and I definitely should not have been screaming "WHOOOOO DATTTT!!!")

I looked helplessly in the direction of my friends but they had already just kind of slinked off into the darkness pretending like they had no idea who I was.

Good thing something truly yay happened right after to take the attention off me!

Every time the Saints scored they gave out free shots.

Several shots were had.

Soooo fun!

Soooooo wastedface!

This is a fun shot that captures me as I spill my drink all over someone's head...

And by the time Chelsea reappeared Adam was so O.O.C. (out of control) that he decided he wanted to simulate being breech-birthed.

After which he stole someones party hat!

And then took off his clothes.

If you watched the game. You remember the game-changing interception that cemented the victory.

Here's a video I found of one bar's reaction. Amazing.

Now multiply the above by 10,000 and that's what it was like all night long on Bourbon St.

We had won.

Everyone immediately spilled out into the streets in celebration.

It was IN-SANE.

Prior to this Superbowl, election night was the craziest most deliriously happy group of people I'd ever seen. This was bigger.

I literally spent an hour just walking up Bourbon Street high-fiving everyone I made eye contact with.

I had to have hugged at least 50 strangers. This city has spirit unlike any other.

IT WAS SO INCREDIBLE.

Somehow I even managed to stumble back into Semmesey and Katie and Sam and Aliisa.

And somewhere, on some news station, I was on TV.

Katie claims that tried to take credit for my presence resulting in the Saints' victory and that I then proceeded to jump around chanting. "I! Am! The Best! .... I! Am! The Best!"

(I don't doubt it.)