I am a techno-tard, so all my plans to blog from my laptop and upload tons o' cool pics from the southland have gone right down the crapper.
Instead I am sitting in the Bastille Internet Cafe on Toulouse Street while the girls nap.
A brief update. Let's put this in the category of why I love Louisiana. Last night we passed by a fellow cooking something delicious on a grill outside some restaurant in the French Quarter. A lady asked what he was cooking, and as I passed the reply came:
And today, while driving out to a swamp tour, we passed a strip club called "Scuttlebutt". Yes. Someone down here thought that "Scuttlebutt" would be a first-class name for a titty bar.
That's it for now. See y'all soon.