So, the New Orleans Saints just won the Super Bowl, as I’m sure you all know. Being here in New Orleans at this time is pretty interesting. Everyone is soooooooooooooo excited… There is a massive block party outside and the screaming/howling/firecrackers/sirens/honking has been going on for almost an hour now. I’m actually hiding indoors so that if anyone shoots off a gun in delight, it doesn’t hit me.
Just kidding.
Went to a Super Bowl party tonight that wasn’t bad. The last (and only) one I went to before, which must have been some 12 years ago, was really annoying… stuck in a tiny living room full of big oafs throwing their beer cans at the TV and roaring. This one was better, even if I did spend half of it hiding in someone’s bedroom feeding Calliope.
Calliope is wearing a cute little black and gold onesie that says Who Dat? Nevertheless, she is hating the whole thing. We took her to a Super Bowl party and I’ve never heard her cry as hard as she cried when everyone jumped up and cheered. Maybe she is a Colts fan?
Just think of all the excitement she is missing! Born in Switzerland, passed through Boston, made it to New Orleans for Mardi Gras and the Saints’ winning the Super Bowl, then traveling to LA and finally to Brisbane… We’ve got some pretty funny pictures of her now too. Sleeping through the Super Bowl, sitting next to a baby alligator, having her head bitten off by a giant alligator skull, etc. She’s going to be mad, later, at all the foreign travel & excitement she experienced in her first 10 weeks, that she won’t remember!
Poor kid. She’s tuckered out. I anticipate that tomorrow will be a grumpy day.
tired