There has been much slounging. Tonight there will be much drinking. I intending to have a hurricane for me, and Maria, and Sean, and, many more for all of us too.
It looks like one group is going to dine at Commander's Palace tonight, and another is talking about Pat O'Briens.
I had to do a double-take at the photo of the guy holding the Vampire Tour sign, because he looks an *awful* lot like someone I know.
God, have a drink or 8 for me, and do something naughty. I have to work. *sob*
It has been proven that I can shock people even in New Orleans. Wandering down the street in my Kilt I had a woman stop in mid word while talking to her friend and rubber neck to follow me as I walked all the way down the block.
Also, there's nothing quite so funny as getting disapproving looks from some on Bourbon Street with a Hurricane in their hand at 10 AM wearing an "I got Bourbon Faced on Shit Street." Um, right, and my KILT is inappropriate.
This is so five minutes ago: [link]
I see you all! Quick, someone make a sign!
Don't get me wrong, it's humid, but certainly not as bad as it was in DC last year.
Note that today in DC? It did not even hit 60F. We were just unlucky last year, y'all.
And I said I wasn't going to cry from the jealousy!
Oh well, there goes that resolution. Have a great time, y'all!