Last night I drove home dodging effervescent Drew Brees clad New Orleanians dancing in the streets as passerbyers slowed to honk in celebration. Apparently, no car roofs were off limits.
Fireworks began echoing about 3 minutes before the Saints won and continued on well into the night, long after I had fallen asleep.
Earlier that day, Katie and I agreed it was necessary to document the celebrations going on in the French Quarter, which happend to include a few parades, as well. At this point, the Saints hadn’t won yet, but I don’t think there was much doubt in anyone’s mind that they would. After all, with that much alcohol who had room left for doubt?
Good times:
And my favorite:
