Hello, howaya, I’m tipsy.
Hello, howaya, I’m tipsy. Greetings from Nawlins, where it’s against city code to be sober. We got here around 8:30 and spent a good 30 minutes talking to Bellman Earl, who was very nice but didn’t seem to understand that after the 5 hour drive, I had to pee! So here we are at our hotel, and may I add that it’s really, really nice. Right after getting here we headed down to the elevator, where we were accompanied by a wheezing weirdo who picked stuff out of his teeth and showed it to his wife. Nice.
We walked the couple of blocks over to the Acme Oyster House and had some oysters on the half shell and poboys. And beer. Then we walked down Bourbon Street for a stretch whereupon I proceeded to step in a big deep puddle of ick whilst wearing my sandals. That was, of course, all the way at the other end of Bourbon Street from our hotel, so I had stickyfoot all the way back. I had to buy about a gallon-sized pina colada to make me feel better. Understand that this came straight on the heels of falling off the bed last night while reaching to get something. How embarrassing. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t made such a huge loud thud, especially since we were trying to get the kids to sleep. Whoops.