I'm the Floor Captain at a "fancy" restaurant here in B'ham which means I pretty much get pooped on every Sunday and have to work brunch because we're short staffed. I managed to get out there in time for the second half of the DET game and we finally got a TV in the restaurant for the PHI game, so I saw all of it.

The BUF game was at 3, so I hit up the local watering hole with sunday ticket and took on a couple of pitcher of Restoration. You ever get a hangover the same day that you got drunk? No fun.

Anyway, the Giants game is the day after my 30th B-day and my wonderful girl friend (former Houstonian and oiler fan who I have converted into a Saints fan) got us tickets. We're taking the train down and a SW flight back. Buddy Guy is playing Saturday and it's a free show, so that's on the agenda. Got some contacts that own a restaurant (anyone been to Cochon?), so we'll hit that up, too.

Get this, though: she's never been to New Orleans or a big time football game at any level. She's about to have her face melted off.