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Feb 9, 2010

Who is it? Who's there? Who's that? Wait... How do I say it again?

I've never been anywhere for anything big. I somehow managed to live 33 years without being present for a major historic event. No natural disasters, earthquakes, political movements or hostile takeovers. (I moved to New Orleans in May and we had a totally hurricane-free hurricane-season.) My answer to the question "Where were you when... happened?" has always been "I was miles away. Probably on the couch."

I've never in my life been a part of history.

Until this past Sunday.

Hey, Emma. Where were you when the New Orleans Saints went to and then won their first Superbowl in the history of the team?

I was standing on Bourbon Street with what quickly became tens of thousands of my closest friends.

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I'm thinking of inviting them all over for dinner Saturday night.


Wait. Let me amend that. I was standing under a balcony on Bourbon Street when the clock ran out and the win became official. Apparently the people up there were each holding one of the street's famous jumbo-sized cocktails, because in a matter of 0.05 seconds I was covered in liquor. Mostly beer, but I think I smelled a little rum and tequila on the fur lining of my sweater the next day.

And all day I was wondering why so many people were walking around carrying umbrellas. I thought they knew something about the weather I didn't know. Well, I guess they sort of did.

New Orleans Newbie Life Lesson #42: Don't stand under a balcony when something exciting happens on Bourbon Street.



Life Lesson #43: If you must stand under a balcony, be prepared not only for a gin-shower, but to be pelted in the head repeatedly by fistfuls of beads. Ow!


Yeah, apparently those umbrellas work double-duty as shields, too.

Speaking of beads, Man explained to me that only the tourists can't catch them. A seasoned New Orleanian can simply raise their hand and the beads seem to somehow float like graceful little plastic birds into their palms. Perhaps it's generation upon generation of bead-catching blood running through their veins, but I think it's an evolutionary defense mechanism like the spots on a leopard. If you don't catch them, they end up in your eye. Or hitting you in the face. Or knocking the cell phone out of your hand, causing you to scramble in a panic to get it up before one of your 30,000 new friends steps on it.


Don't be fooled. That kid's got quite the throwin' arm on her!


So it became my mission to catch as many beads as possible. Not only as an attempt to make myself official, but to keep myself from sporting a black eye at breakfast the next morning. I kept my guard up, kept my eyes on the balconies and I'm happy to report I caught every bead that sailed my way.


Woo!


PROLOGUE: Despite all my kvetching about NOLA's in-general terrible eating habits, I must confess that I sat here writing this blog with a big fat piece of leftover King Cake for breakfast. I'm back on the diet tomorrow. I swear!

PROLOGUE II: I've moved on to the leftover guacamole and Tostitos. God help me, why did we bring this stuff home with us?

7 comments:

B Sparkly said...

Thank you for the follow! I'm glad you finally got to be part of history woot woot! very funny and great story, note to self:must bring umbrella when going to Bourbon Street.
Have a lovely day:)
Anat

Em Static said...

... And don't forget a change of clothes in case of the event of a liquor bath. ;)

Leiah said...

So glad you were a part of LaBREESiana history! Tell me you're going to the parade...please! It was quite the night here in SW LA but I can only imagine how fun it was in the Quarter. I have friends who have season tix on row 15 (actually 11 since Katrina) and they won the ticket holder lotter and were able to see the win in person at the Super Bowl. I can't wait to see her pictures. Thanks for following - I'm doing the same!

Laissez les bon temps rouler...and Who Dat!

PS: I just noticed your previous post -- you do know NOTHING will be open next Tuesday, right? No school, no banks, no post office, no government businesses...after all it's Mardi Gras!

Em Static said...

I don't know if we're going to the parade. I think Man's footballed out (Hopefully his voice will return soon). Plus, he's not going to be home until 5 which leaves us little time to get a good view.

This will be my first Mardi Gras ever. The restaurant is open that day (my boss is from Pittsburgh, so he doesn't believe in closing that day) but by luck of the draw I'm off on Tuesdays so I'll be there.

La Bon Bon Rolaids to you too! ;)

And Who's There?

(tee hee)

It's All Good said...

first off, guacamole is 0 calories, which is why I can eat a bowlful everyday and not gain a pound (its my clothes that shrink in the closet, I swear!)

Second, that is soooo awesome for you to be there to celebrate, most definitely a story for the grandkids! =)

The Cookie Girl said...

Just hopping over from SITs to say hi. Geaux Saints! So glad they won.
Cograts on getting all those beads too. I have a friend in LA and she is a BIG Saints fan. One day I will visit. :)

Homesick Cajun said...

Omg king cake?? I'm so jealous! Lol...we do learn to catch beads very young!!