And they rolled, and rolled, and rolled...

So last week, RJ and I dropped the kids at the sitter's and took off to New Orleans for a week.

For real.

We have never actually done anything like that before, and it felt more than strange.

At first, when we were dropping off our vomiting children into the care of someone else, it felt wrong.

By the second day and the fourth drink we were making plans to do it monthly.  Or maybe weekly.

In any event, we had a good time.

We ate.

We drank.

And drank.

And drank.

And drank.

And drank.

We saw some local sights.

We stayed here.

And skinnydipped swam in our own private-ish pool here.

We met some of the local talent here.

And here.

We walked and walked and walked and napped every day, and ran across a parade and caught some beads, and ran into a surprise Dave Matthews concert, and nearly died in a cab.  Twice.  

All in all, a very satisfying trip.

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