Morning, chickadees! I’m taking a quick minute to write this morning from my perch forty stories about New Orleans, which is a very nice perch indeed, should you find yourself holed up away from home on a Tuesday morning.
Last night, after a flurry of flights and meetings, we walked up and down Bourbon Street, had some drinks in the quietest bar in New Orleans, and then proceeded to take our drinks to go.
I wish I could take a drink to go more places, you guys. Walking in New Orleans, sipping a cocktail, and people watching is perhaps one of the most entertaining, horrifying things you could do with your Monday night, but it is certainly a way to keep yourself amused.
Who knew how much people loved partying on a Monday night? I do now.
Up today: work, work, work, strolling around for another walk, and then flying back to a less warm city.
I’ll take the colder weather as long as this face is waiting for me.
And with that, I’m off to see how focused I can stay in the face of sunshine and 70 degree weather before 9am.
I think we both know the answer to that, chickens.
Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it (and that would include me this morning).