Where were YOU, when the SAINTS made it to the SUPERBOWL???

GO THE SAINTS!!!!!

I have no words for this feeling that I have had since late Thursday evening.
I imagine this is what pure joy and elation feels like.
Seriously, I can't stop smiling, and anytime the game is mentioned, or I see it on ESPN...I start getting teary-eyed, and almost cry.

What an amazing game.
Watched it with Yeargain, Suzannah, Kristin and Alex.
We made shrimp and grits with biscuits (how very southern of us), and I brought so much frozen adult beverage...Kristin referred to our mixture of strawberry with amaretto and pineapple a "Daiquiri Brees Explosion".
It was.

I have bruises on my legs from where I kept hitting myself every time we'd get a penalty called on us.
And then we had to go into overtime.
I, at one point, did announce to the lord that if they won I would convert to Catholicism.
Dammit.
I never thought in a million years that Garrett Hartley, the itty-bitty 23 year old who MISSED the field goal against Tampa Bay, could ever make this attempt.
The amount of pressure must have been unreal.
I had to go outside while they were lining up for the kick.
I didn't want to watch...but while I was standing there I could hear the neighbors screaming and I went inside just in time to see the ball go through the uprights...
So pretty.

I laughed, I cried, I hugged people and wouldn't let go.
The neighborhood all around us was screaming so much we could hear it from inside.
People driving around in cars, honking their horns.
It was just amazing.
I'm getting choked up now.
I just...I'm just so so so happy.
I think this may be the happiest I've ever been in my whole life.
A little sad, I realize, but the city is just in a state of euphoria.
It cannot be explained.
It is amazing.

At one point my mother called me, from the QUARTER, drunken...and was yelling at me.."Where are you? Why aren't you down here? SUPERBOWL!"
Classy mom. Glad you have dad to keep you in line.
My brother was down there, too...apparently, hugging and high-fiving strangers.
The amount of texting after the game was insane.
So much joy!

I did not brave the crowd.
I just went back to my house and watched ESPN till about 2 in the morning, and just watched the gloriousness replay over and over.
My favorite thing is when they play the WWL commentators on ESPN over the kick, because they just go nuts.
Before the game I kept telling everyone how I really wish there could have been a camera on Bobby Hebert the entire game, and we could somehow split screen, and watch him watching the game on one side, and have the game on the other side.
Because I imagine he was going insane the entire time.
And I would have loved to see his reaction to the field goal.

I have also decided that a Saints' tattoo is probably in order.
I'm thinking of getting "Who Dat" written on my wrists, or my kuckles.
In white ink.
So you can't actually see it, unless you're really looking for it.
I figure I should stick with my words motif I have going so, Who Dat would be appropriate.


There really isn't anything else to say about this weekend.
Nothing compares.
Taste completed it's wonderful run.
It was stellar.
Final performance had a great crowd, who really enjoyed the localness of the whole thing.
Night of the Iguana read-thru happened last night.
Went well. I had so much fun just reading Maxine...I can't wait to put her on her feet.
Going to be some of the most genuine fun I'm ever going to have on stage.
Ava Gardner is basically the ideal Maxine..I do realize I have a lot to live up to.
But, Beau sent me this amazing quote of her's that makes me feel like we're on the same page...so hopefully I can channel her.
(I think I may have been her in a past life...minus the dark, smoldering temptress-ness, of course)


"I wish to live until 150 years, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other."


Indeed, Ava. Indeed.

And let's be honest.
With that type of thinking..pretty safe to say, if Ava were alive today...she'd be rooting for our team.

GO THE SAINTS!