YEP!  It's THURSDAY!  Friday Eve!  But it certainly didn't start out like our days usually begin.  The Damn alarm clock started buzzing at 5am!  Okay, let's be realistic here - 5am does not really exist, does it?  What kind of a time is that to wake up on a perfectly good weekday?  At least there was reason, but still, this sort of aberrant behavior has got to stop - oh, and it will - BEGINNING NOW!

Actually, we HAD to get up at that time to catch a plane to New Orleans!  That's right folks, think MARDI GRAS!  For the next week there will be no more Palm Canyon Drive (Yeah Baby!) in Palm Springs for us, only Bourbon Street (That's right, "the" Bourbon Street), beer and debauchery.  Look, over 1 million people will flow through here in the next few days - all trying to collect some 5 cent bead strings - and we wanna watch! (Did we tell ya that we like to watch?).  Imagine the pictures we'll put on this website.  Better yet, imagine the pictures we can't put on this website!  Come on - fantasize a little!  Break out that French maid costume!

Our trip down here was pretty uneventful, except for some minor "reading" issues in the Dallas airport where we changed planes, but we got those all worked out with the TSA and they let us board our flight to New Orleans.  Now, as they say in the military, we have "acquired the target(s)" and we are "locked and loaded."  Within the hour we will begin drinking and not stop until midnight on Fat Tuesday - FIVE DAYS FROM NOW!  During bathroom breaks (when Kevin isn't cruisin' by tapping his feet in the stall next to his), we'll post evidence of our annual Southern crime spree and you'll all be part of it.  At least we hope you be part of the bail money we're gonna need!  But, in the meantime...

      
Stacy lacks basic reading comprehension skills!               Kevin can't even read, but this section sure had nice seats!

                                                
                                  The good news is that if the tornado lasts a long time, you can still pee!