Because my car got fixed! And we were able, finally, to make it to the French Quarter. Where we spent two hours, the maximum time allotted by the parking meter. We started with lunch at what we were informed was one of only two authentic Creole restaurants in the Quarter. Though I can't speak to the authenticity, I can tell you that we very much enjoyed it.
See how Holly is enjoying the red beans and rice? Not pictured: my shrimp remoulade. Internet, when the time comes, I'd like to go by drowning in a vat of remoulade. Not soon or anything. But if I should be at death's door, maybe one of you can make that happen for my final moments.
After lunch, we proceeded to Cafe du Monde for frozen coffee and beignets. People, there is a reason why everyone makes a big deal about Cafe du Monde.
That reason is fried and covered in mounds of powdered sugar. The coffee is pretty outstanding as well. We had a little time after eating to sightsee, which consisted of Jackson square and tacky souvenir shops.
About then, the meter ran out and we got the hell out of Louisiana before it could cause any more damage to my car. We made it to Chattanooga that night and DC the next evening. These portions of the trip were delightfully uneventful. We followed it up with a couple of eventful days of DC sightseeing, which I will tell you about, provided Typepad gets over its deep disinterest in uploading photos.
In more current news, I'll be running my first ever 5K this Sunday. The proceeds benefit Autism Speaks, an organization I'm particularly happy to give my I Can't Believe I'm Paying Money To Get Up Early On A Weekend And Run Which I Can Do For Free At Any Time money to. You can give your money to them too, if you want, by donating on my race page. Either way, you'll get to hear all about the race here. You know, eventually.