You can take the kid out of NO...

We are becoming "party animals". More on that later... but last night we were invited to the flat of a new friend we met back when Kate was still here. When we first met him, we learned that he is from "up north" but went to school at Tulane and then stayed in New Orelans to work. We had a lot of fun talking with him, comparing notes on the Crescent city, the bars, Mardi Gras, and everything that makes New Orleans unique.

So last night this new friend was having a party and we arrived at the correct apartment building but soon realized that I had not written down the instructions clearly as to the exact apartment. We then found ourselves walking around the stairwell searching for the correct location of this party. So... Paul called our host, told him of our plight, and said ..... "So.... where y'at? " I cringed when I heard such speak, but soon realized that our host would likely not think much of it since he had lived in New Orleans for so long. Later in the evening, after a few glasses of wine, I asked him if he had noticed what Paul had asked him in the phone call. He said he did, and hoped that Paul noticed that without skipping a beat, he told Paul where he was at!