It is truly a miracle - the Saints won the Super Bowl. On Super Bowl Sunday, our church hosted Black and Gold Sunday. The sanctuary was decorated black and gold including the custom-made, black and gold, fleur de lis designed stoles our pastors wore. The sermon was titled, "Does God care about the Saints," and we all sang When the Saints Go Marching In as our final song of the service. For the voluntary, our organist broke out into a rousing musical rendition of Crunk.
Our church 20/30 group hosted a Saints Super Bowl party, and as the 20/30 coordinator, I was responsible for organizing everything. It was a blast! After the game and clean-up, the conversation between Brad and I went something like this:
B: We have to go.
K: Go where?
B: To Bourbon. It will be a once in a lifetime experience.
K: I'm pregnant and sober, I'll be the only one on Bourbon St. who's sober.
B: That's okay, you can drive us! Let's go!
We hopped in the car and proceeded down St. Charles. The streetcar line was packed with people. Everyone was honking and yelling "Who Dat!" We cut over to Prytania and zoomed down toward the French Quarter. Then we got stuck in traffic. People were out of their cars dancing in the streets. We finally got out of that mess, cut down a back street and parked illegally on the sidewalk with the other masses of cars parked illegally on sidewalks. Then we started the long walk to Bourbon. When it was all said and done, it took us over 2 hours to get down to the French quarter, walk three blocks of Bourbon Street and then get home. What a night! One I will definitely never forget!
1 comment:
who dat lady who's gonna have a baby?! haha looks like so much fun!
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