I'm off to The Big Easy....

"Stella! My baby doll's left me!...I want my baby!...Stella!...Stella!"
--A Streetcar Named Desire

Yes, ladies and gents, I'm off to the land of crawfish and andouille sausages. Voo-doo and wild gaters. Cheap plastic beads and bare boobies. (Not that I'll be baring mine. Well, I might, you never know. I guess it all depends on who's asking.)

New Orleans here I come! Like it or not. For 6 whole days. Woo-hoo! Bourbon street, look out. I'm armed and dangerous with my digital camera, ready to see the sights and pick up a couple of unsuspecting sailors. Last time I was in New Orleans, I was 16 and I kept running into this one French-speaking seaman who repeatedly asked me for directions to the discotheque. I'm not sure why he was asking ME, I was merely a spry young gal running around a strange city. Crazy Frenchies.

I have received a bounty of suggestions for things to do while I'm there, ranging from fried oyster po-boys to swamp tours. I DO intend to sit myself down with a heaping bowl of steaming crawfish, that's for damn sure. I've never eaten them the good old-fashioned way, where you eat the tail and suck the head. Oh my. That sounded REALLY dirty. Tee hee!

All joking aside, I LOVE me some crawfish, and I think it's high time I learned to eat them as the Cajuns do. Wish me luck. You don't have to bash them with a hammer, do you?

I'll be seeing you, my lovelies. I will be sure to fill you in on my wacky adventures as soon as I return! I know you can hardly wait....