
They played in the Superdome and somehow Stan managed to get us seats right up against the wall on the 40 yard line.


Out of all those seats, we were on the very bottom and pretty much in the middle. We actually had to move back a couple of rows because we couldn't see over the players!


After the game, we took a walk down to the French Market and had our beignets. You can't go to New Orleans without that. We also got to spend a couple of hours visiting with my aunt Carol, which was nice.
2 comments:
How stinkin' fun!!! I love New Orleans... we used to make at least 1 trip a year while I was in college. Good times!
I'm enjoying your blog so much! I should totally be in bed, but I had to leave you a comment. :)
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