
The "Big Easy", The "Crescent City", or maybe just New Orleans, the true "Sin City". We just had a remarkable weekend to remember in one of the greatest cities in the country. but lets start at the beginning. We were invited to a wedding for an old friend of the Lynn family, Kyle Edwards. We tried to get geared up and leave work early to make our way the 3 hours from Jackson, MS to New Orleans, LA, but you guys may all know how hard it is to get organized sometimes. We arrived at the wedding just as the bride was walking down the aisle so we slipped in to the back in our street clothes, as we didn't have time to clean up. As we enjoyed our view of the ceremony from the dark shadows in the back we were told politely to leave because this was a "private wedding". "That's
ok", says Lesley, "We're invited" I guess we should have known better as everyone else was in black tie dress and I had on a flaming orange jacket and blue jeans. Well, the ceremony ended and we ran for the elevators to pull a James bond and slip into our undercover formal wear. On the way out one of the guests stopped Jane and said "excuse me where is the bathroom?" Jane says "I don't know." anonymous guest said "Oh, I thought you worked here." Well, things are starting off a little strange but this is New Orleans and they can only get stranger.

The reception was fun Lesley, Newt, Kristy, Jane and I had a lot of fun dancing and, we enjoyed meeting Kristy.
The best part of the evening was the formation of a "Second Line", which is a small jazz combo that marches around parade style showcasing the new bride and groom. This little parade took us weaving all around the French Quarter and past some of the great parts of New Orleans. We had sparklers
and white handkerchiefs to wave around on our march.

The next day we took our own tour of the city. We visited the famous Cafe
Du Monde for some
beignets and Cafe
Au Lait.

We ambled on and met Newt and Kristy for a soft shell crab half loaf at
Casamentos. We took a drive through the Garden District and enjoyed the Huge, and I mean Huge, houses. At this point we decided to drive to the lower ninth ward to check out the hurricane damage. It is still very deserted and looks pretty much destroyed. There are blue tarps on everything and a crazy code made of symbols on the doors. The code is a circle with an "X" the x creates quadrants that have mysterious markings representing that the building had been checked, were there live or dead people, or animals, and then maybe a date. Back to the quarter to rest and get ready to do what people do in the French Quarter, EAT. I have heard a lot about Hurricanes and the damage that they cause in New Orleans, but there is another type of Hurricane that can also cause damage. Visit Pat O' Briens and you can walk out with liquid fury. I had never had a Hurricane so I needed to try one. We took our hurricanes and walked to Jackson square and then walked down to look at Old Man River,

the Mississippi. Newt and Kristy left us to take a paddle boat ride and we took a carriage ride

to learn a little bit about the history of the Quarter.

There are many ghosts, vampires and the like hiding out on the third floor of most buildings in the quarter, but we weren't lucky enough to see any. We did see the "House of the Rising Sun", and the two oldest buildings in New Orleans, Jean Lafitte's blacksmith shop, and the convent where nuns invented mosquito net, both buildings are from about 1720. After another stop to watch some jazz and see men walking around in red dresses we drove to
Jacques-Imo's for a fabulous dinner of alligator sausage cheesecake, and an assortment of the best food you could ever eat, to tell the truth, everything I ate was about the best I had ever eaten. That about wrapped up our trip because we had to leave the next morning.
But, we couldn't leave without one last meal and we choose "Mothers". Mothers is the best ham in the world, or so they say, I gorged myself through the first two thirds of the sandwich before I was completely over taken by how much I had actually eaten...TOO MUCH. The food was great but the next three hours were, well, uncomfortable. That about wraps up our trip to the big easy. Next stop Penske.