2002-09-30 - 12:13 p.m.

Reacquaintance with the French Quarter of course involved what I guess you'd describe as a "heroic dose" of various alcoholic treats, with Ms Meism providing the moral and spiritual support, and Mr Slutboy tending bar in his never-less-than spectacularly encouraging signature style. A mid-morning scramble to change hotels the next day notwithstanding, Sunday was spent very much in the position we call recovery. A further day's haitus just for good measure, and it's time to jump wagon again and see if we can't get into trouble. No sign of any gunmen yet, which is very worrying, though word of my arrival has no doubt yet to spread to the appropriate firearm-handling quarters.