I'm Alive

I may have the Plague, though. Think kindly of me when they find my cold, decomposing body next to my plastic Nemo fish which is wearing an aborted attempt at a knitted hat.

But seriously, as soon as my brain is de-mucousfied, I'll write about my experience this weekend. It's a heartwarming tale of French Quarter debauchery (does drinking a Coke in one bar count as debauchery?) and religious fervor (I almost typed fever, and considering I had one Sunday, maybe it would be better if I had).

Stay tuned for the next episode of...well...there is a reason my blog is titled Insert Groovy Title Here.