If New Orleans Is Sinking, I actually would like to swim.

We thought it'd be a great idea. Josh had some random time off that he had to use. His plan? To head to New Orleans where a friend of his, and our cousin live... Bourbon street, Emeril, beignets and beads. How could that be wrong? Would I come along? Of course. I love fried dough.

It's not, of course, but in a few days, it will be revealed to be very, very wrong.

So right now we're kicking it here in midtown N'awlins, living the good life. . . before it all goes to hell (most likely).

Witness: The path, and the cone [above] of anxiety.

So, the solution? Well, drinking is very cheap here. So we're doing a bit of that. Otherwise we're ignoring any hurricane preparations; plywood? where? Looters? Whaa?

Naw, seriously, we're doing fine, and I changed my ticket so we both leave on Sunday. (Hopefully) long before this sucker gets anywhere near. And if it ends up in Houston, so much the better. I like this city.