The Gentle News

I’m tired, filthy and smelly. I miss B painfully. I haven’t showered since many hours before sitting in the rain at the corner of Royal and St. Ann, and I have New Orleans all over my shoes. We got back to the metroplex around 9pm.

So, now what? Go home, shower, sleep? See my girls? Clean my house? Catch up on email/TV? Do some laundry?

Nope. I get to be at work until 7am.

I had a blast. I can’t wait to go again. I don’t anticipate coming up with a long narrative entry for the week’s activities. The highlights (in no particular order or categories): My friends did VERY well at the casino. Lots of gay guys tried to hit on me. Everyone had his/her own ill night/morning. Rob and I had a lot of fun being street performers and made some decent enough bread doing so. Watching the cops shutdown Bourbon at midnight on Ash Wednesday is a sight for all to see at least once.

Some bad things happened, but my peepz took care of me. I have the best damn friends in the world. Several batches of them, even.