Hey y'all. Sorry for the dearth of postings. Hopefully you'll enjoy my little harlequin romance (below) and these photos right now.
Our last night in New Orleans was a massacre. Started with a meal at Coops, then a little wandering along the banks of the Mississippi. We watched an IMAX movie (3D Sharks!) just to get out of the heat for an hour, then over to Molly's, our home away from home. We made friends with one of the bartenders here, Laura, and she gave us a couple bucks to play the Jukebox and we eased into the evening.
At around 11pm we figured it was prime tourist time, so we ran the strip and Mark got some beads. We smoked a cigar. We walked down Frenchman st and shared a pint of bourbon. Then back to Molly's for a few more rounds. Mark goes home. Laura gets off work and takes Luke and I to another more local spot. Four hours go by and I remember about 15 minutes of it, trying to chat up a girl with my knowledge of Polish culture from Greenpoint. Needless to say it didn't work out. Next thing I know it's 6:30am and Luke and I have come to blows because we can't find an ATM to get money to get a cab. It all worked out in the end though.
After fleeing New Orleans we ran into trouble our first night in the Florida Panhandle, decided to cut out the trip down head directly to Georgia. Apologies to our anonymous guide to America's Wang, but we chopped it right out of the itinerary.
So we went to Brunswick, Georgia to visit Mark's brother Scott at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center -- good times there. We got pulled over because our tail lights were out, but escaped punishment through our bare wit and maybe Scott's special agent status. He's going to work in Alaska making sure commercial fisherman follow the rules, hence the stint at FLETC. We did a little quick tail-bulb/fuse repair at the El Cheapo gas station -- yes, there's a gas station chain called "El Cheapo" -- and dropped Scott off before we did anything more to jeopardize his career. Dodged a bullet there.
It's late so we hit up a Day's Inn (across from the Knight's Inn, oh the irony!) and relax with some AC and tube like civilized Americans. What did we learn? Rick Santorum is on the Daily Show and he's disturbingly good; comes off just wanting to be your dad. Troy is a really poorly made movie, if you didn't already know that.
Then into the Carolinas. We camp along the South Carolina coast just outside Charelston and are eaten alive by mosquitos. Right now we're at a Starbucks in Charlotte, getting ready to run for the hills where it should be at least slightly cooler. We'll camp in the Shannandoah for a few days, then make for DC. Stay tuned!