Becoming a Saint

This is all you need:

a parking lot near the superdome. Not too far. Not too close. Perhaps empty. Perhaps right behind Handsome Willy’s right near 1-10.

A GIGANTIC pot, almost big enough to crawl inside.

Lots of chips and snacks.

A grill.

A car with a loud stereo.

Friends.

Shrimp & spices.

Black liquid eyeliner and gold glitter glue.

Hat & gloves.

Time to stand around.

Some “who dat?”

Careful with the propane.

Stir. Boil. Wear fleur-de-lis.

No need to actually enter the stadium to reach saintdom.

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3 Responses to “Becoming a Saint”

Tony Says:
December 28, 2009 at 6:50 pm

i am a giants fan but because they stupidly traded jeremy shockey, i am also a saints fan by default. i want to see them win it!

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Aunt Judith Says:
February 9, 2010 at 1:24 am

Well hey! Did you become a saint? As many of us did last night? I loved the game and that the Saints won and that it was a beautifully played, almost fumble and foul-free game. I could almost bear the commercials, the volume turned down of course. Thinking of you in NO, Linz. Love from your great aunt Judith.

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Grandma Sue Says:
May 10, 2010 at 4:20 am

Well, I think we should have had more too-do (sp?) when you became a saint. St. Lindsay, who knew? And St. Solomon, too? Too much.

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