2003-10-16 - 7:05 p.m.

Jetlagged and feel like my brain as been yoinked out and replaced with some cheap low fat spread, which is a sign that New Orleans worked its booze-jockeying magic, as only it knows how. It was helped along by the irrefutable splendidity of, in no particular order, Ms Meism, Mr Insilico and Mr Marquis de Deja Du, who are the perfect people to spend any amount of time with. I highly recommend it if you have the means. We blagged a delish dinner at a swankyposh restaurant, the wine waiter bringing us plonk to complement each course, and once he�d gone providing our own commentary (�This wine is like a lingering hug from grandma; it smells like

vitamins and pee!" �This wine not only has legs, it�s wearing hotpants!�) and supped cockytails in the inner sanctum of the local casino. I�m way to tires to elaborate right now, but rest assured it was more fun than a barrel of monkeys on non-prescription drugs. Plus I saw Dav*d S*daris read and even though he is a squazillion times funnier than me, it was kind of inspiring. Now I have a date with my futon and something approaching regular melatonin levels. More, as it happens.