- we made a detour to mall and now it seems i am the proud owner of a pair of crocs which i never thought would happen but they are a redesign that just might cradle my feet during an 8 hour long wedding extravaganza on this day. 

- second stop was st. louis cemetery where marie laveau, voodoo queen is set up in a stone monument waiting for folks to come by and mark 3 X's and lay offerings at her door.

- next stop was dinner that got washed down with margaritas.

- finally at our hotel....i noticed what appeared to be a couple of nice fresh blood spots on my duvet. front desk was called and mr housekeeper man was rushed up. 

- after which, tv was broken and mr maintenance man was rushed up and left and came back and  left and came back and it was determined we must move next door.

- we had a lot of action in our hotel room. hampton, what has become of you?

- we watched a scary movie that was poorly executed. executed being the key word here.

- then, sleep. where i dreamed of flights and airports. europe and driving. large monuments and beautiful architecture. foreign fields and villages. big fluffy pillows, orange sherbert face cream and gum that tastes like medicine. food i've never tasted and delightful silky wine. i think you all know what that means!

- i am awake now wishing i was home so i could go to my daughter's play tonight.

- i AM in new orleans though and i havent been here in years and i will get to walk the french quarter but only with bride and groom in tow. no cajun food, no frozen hurricanes on bourbon street...(wait, is it PC to say that anymore? maybe they changed the name of the drink to just plain ole katrina)... no sitting on a curb waiting for the next celebration of some random theme to send a flurry of folks parading down the street on stilts, throwing beads to topless women.

- soon, i want to be here again on a sweaty hot day, relaxed and lazy, hearing jazz from all 4 directions with nothing to do but look for a cold drink.