We Are The Champions

It’s been an amazing 24 hours in New Orleans. We elected a good and competent man, Mitch Landrieu, as Mayor in a landslide. And the Saints won the Super Bowl. I missed the Super Bowl crack van but was there in spirit. I watched the game at my friendMark Folse’s house and we, of course, toasted the memory of our dear departed friend Ashley Morris. We miss you, big mon, but we know you were with us in spirit. Hmm, this is all sounding very, uh, spiritied…

I’ll let Freddie, Brian and the boys say the rest:

5 thoughts on “We Are The Champions

  1. Tommy T says:

    I was wondering where you were. You really missed a good crack van.
    Athenae got tipsy and put on that cheerleader outfit.
    Good times.

  2. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 SUPA BOWL CHAMPEEEEEENS! Bless you Boys!!!

  3. Adrastos says:

    Hey, keep it down, Elspeth. Those exclamation points are making my hangover worse and I gotta deal with the public in 90 minutes.

  4. pansypoo says:

    enjoy it til next year. but you are gonna be sick of it after a while.

  5. Adrastos, I only used 4, and not all of them together (just most). I’ll see y’all on Thursday. I’m in a wee bit of Crunk-over, I happily blame the “Saints Score” shots my friend served – half 151 Dark Rum, half Kahlua…yeeeowwtch. But, hey, it got the job done, am I right?
    Can’t wait until I get to New Orleans on Thurs…it’s on like Donkey Kong. 🙂

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