Hello again, New Orleans

I'm home, for the moment.

The deal I was offered in Montreal wasn't good enough for me to stay or even go back to. I enjoyed my time there well enough, but it isn't home, isn't the place for me.

One of my favorite people in the world came back into town last night. She and her husband are here for a wedding and he was attending the bachelor party so she spent the night wandering the quarter with me.

It was a quiet night in the French Quarter all in all, so we left the pub after a long talk and found a discarded croquet set at the curb. We played in the streets through the quarter and into the marigny. We talked and we walked before both of us finally lost our balls, but we carried our mallets for the rest of the night. We watched the sun come up and found out that we’d long outlasted the bachelor party. It was a good night.

It feels like every day in New Orleans is a story worth writing about, but I haven't had the time while playing catch-up to put it all down. I've got a few of them in my head that I need to tell though, so I'll be doing that soon....