Good morning. It is Friday and that means my new article is up on the City Wire. If you would like to read it, click here: Spelling Error Express. If you don’t want to read it, click here: Parts in Jars.

Yesterday was relatively uneventful. We did a few final touches on the booth. We ate a Cajun place in the market that had red aprons that read “Who’s Your Crawdaddy?” with a picture of a crawfish in a chef’ hat. Brilliant. I wandered around the market for a while determined to find the kitchen gadget shop I remembered from the last time I was here. I found it and roamed around in there, Hellbent on buying myself a toy, until I found the thing I was looking for, I just didn’t know what it was when I set out to look for it. Wanna see what I got? Okay:

That’s right. I got Matryoshka Measuring Dolls. I’ve been wanting them for a while and when I saw them, I had to get them.

At some point, the rest of our crew convinced me to make the reservations for dinner both last night and tonight, so I came back to the hotel and used my handy innernet to do so. Dinner was great last night, but tonight we go to the Rose Tattoo for jambalaya. Mwhahahaha…..

I don’t know he did it, but somehow, Dave convinced me that I owed him a t-shirt. Stupid Jedi mind trick. Anyway, I picked that up for him, I guess. And no, I’m not buying any of you anything. The whole time I was buying the shirt, I kept asking myself “Why am I buying Dave a shirt?” I still really don’t understand. What I do understand is that showtime is drawing near and I have yet to put any coffee into me. I need to go do that. Have a great day. More soon. ~SC