Tuesday, February 16, 2010

black and geauld super beauwl

Well, I'm a little a lot behind, but I absolutely have to write a little about Super Bowl weekend!

So, as I spoke about at length in my last post, mine and Nick's dear old friend Alex came down last weekend for the Saints Super Bowl. We had sooooo much fun. Friday night found us downing gelato and geocaching in the Virginia Highlands, and on Saturday we went letterboxing at the Varsity:


Somehow none of the three of us had ever been there before. For non ATLiens, the Varsity is The World's Largest Drive-In Restaurant and the home of absolutely legendary chili dogs, onion rings, and an orange creamsicle concoction called a "Frosted Orange." The food was amazing and it was really fun to go after my first letterbox. I'm looking forward to looking for more in Midtown--it's such a silly and wonderful little hobby.

And then came Sunday.

So I have a little mood music for this part of the post:

With the Saints in the Super Bowl, we had to go all out. We invited 15 or so friends over for a NOLA-tastic Super Bowl party, the likes of which had never been seen in ATL before. Behold the spread:

Jambalaya, seven-layer dip, king cake, bbq lil smokies, rotel+velveeta and chips, hummus and pita chips, tortilla chips and salsa, potato chips and french onion dip, carrots, blueberries, M&Ms, Doritos, wonderful little turtle things Alex made, and all kinds of wonderful things our guests brought later

We also made teeshirts!

As usual, much credit is due to Mary Nell and Jeremy. They not only brought an endless supply of car bomb makins, but Jeremy also loaned us a projector and helped Nick rig the rig to transform one entire wall in our living room into a screen. Alex decked the house in elaborate black and gold streamer creations, and I set an entire NOLA tablescape*, complete with Mardi Gras beads and sparkly fleur de lis and golden tulips.

The party was so much fun. We did car bombs every time the Saints scored. I had to switch to sweet tea bombs about halfway through the night, but that's just how I roll.

DJ Tiny Eyes executes some car bombs


old friends

Nick and Nick discuss what their computers have done recently

And then, um, we won. I have never experienced that kind of emotion over a sporting event. I was weak in the knees. My heart was in my throat. I think everyone knows I can get kind of overemotional about New Orleans but I did not expect to feel the way I did. That Super Bowl win meant so much to the city of New Orleans, it is absolutely incredible.

Nick and I actually spent this past weekend in New Orleans, which was a whole nother WHO DAT-filled experience, but I'm going to hold off on that post until Ash and Dave upload their pics to Facebook for me to poach. For now, I leave you with an important thought. A mantra, even.



  1. now i will post a comment on your blog and see if it appears in buzz. expectations are not high.

  2. fffffffffailure to succeed. google, i am disappoint.

  3. I just re-read this post and noticed the "Whom That?" shirt and cracked up all over again.

  4. Alex is awesome. I wore my WHO DAT tshirt yesterday and all I got from Bostonians was a lot of very confused looks