I just love coming to work after a Thursday night football game. Everyone is always a little slow. Or still drunk. I have pictures of Saints fans. We went to three bars and drove around so I got a pretty good mix.
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| Ugh. I think I prefer jorts. |
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| Looks like a Steelers game with the wrong names on the jerseys. |
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| Uh, who dat? |
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| This guy made this jacket!!! |
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| "Wait. Get the back." |
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| Girls! | | |
And then, on our way to the third bar, we took Ms. A's car and I discovered one of life's little secrets that middle-aged men have known for years: Convertibles are so fun!
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| Rollin' with my homies | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
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During our moonlit cruise through the Cultural District, we passed a guy dressed as Elvis who screamed "Take me with you!" Too cool for Elvis.
I tried to go home and watch the 4th quarter but our cable isn't working. Elbow has been out of town and I haven't told him yet. He might be a teensy bit upset when he gets home this evening and can't catch up on Breaking Bad or whatever.
Coming soon: My conversation with a real-live rocket scientist! Next on SamLivesInNola. Stay tuned.
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