Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler!

I know I haven't even finished relaying all of my last trip, but it looks like I have another one brewing. New Orleans should be full of all the festivities that come with a Katrina wounded Mardi Gras season, and I have decided I can't resist being there for the first one after the Storm. Lots of drunk hardcore New Orleanians, stoned mexican immigrant workers, greasy blueprints for a chocolate city and a third of their police force should make this as appealing as a Pot O' Gold shit box overflowing on Bourbon Street at three in the morning.

If God's watching out for me, then the weatherman's been spreading gospel with a forecast of rain. But since I might as well been born with a tail, I'm going to get a poncho.

So I'm off again, with a poncho and camera. If there's anything worth saying, it will be here. Look forward, 'cause I won't be far behind.

For God's sake, check out the webcams. Maybe you see me, maybe you see some ...