I just got back from six days in New Orleans last night. Got to go to Voodoo, got to go out in the Quarter (though not on Bourbon, **** Bourbon street) and I got to eat everything in a yard's view while dressed up as fat dead Elvis.
Now if it just had mountains, it would be a happy place...
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