Last night Sarah and I went out on the town, and for some reason no pictures were taken. Ah, what happens in New Orleans... he he.
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This morning Sarah and mine's plan to go for a riverside run in the morning were thwarted when we work up late (shocker). We had to get to the airport by 12:45 for our flights out. I think it is worth mentioning what we accomplished between 11am and 12:45:
woke up
both showered
both packed
drove to French Market
got books we've been wanting
got fleur de lis'
got voodoo dolls
hit up Cafe du Monde, got AWESOME coffee and beignets
had time to take this picture:
drove out of the long, winding parking lot
found our way to the highway
made the biggest mess of powdered sugar and spilled coffee you've ever seen in your life
returned rental car, got to airport JUST in time! (wasn't going to miss my flight on the way BACK too!)
The airport ordeal was scattered and the Fab Five were all in different terminals and had different flight times, so we were unable to materialize the sobbing/hugging scene that we all had assumed would take place. Probably a good thing. I cried until the plane took off, and then slept the entire way home, and for 11 hours that night. One of the best weeks of my entire life, hands down. I hope you enjoyed reading about it!
Signing off.
-P
