New Orleans

Spent the first few days in none other than the Big Easy, New Orleans (Naw-lins): the only city in the world where you see more neon feathers on the sidewalks than cigarette butts.

What did we do for those three days? Walk a lot, tour a bit around the city, drank some Abita beers (pretty much the only one on draft there but their Amber Ale was good) and their famous Hurricanes, window shop on Bourbon Street, and listen to a lot and a lot of live bands. Most of which were either waaay too loud but every one of them were really good, that's for sure.

Surprisingly, I didn't see any boobies, only saw two strippers on the street trying to get us to go see them perform (they weren't cute), and one tranny which actually resembled the Hokie Bird in a weird, strange way. Touche to the Michigan man who said, "That isn't one of your cheerleaders, is it?"

OK now to the subject of the game. ...................

...that was totally a catch, Coale. Even Michigan knew it...

Anyway, had a great time, saw lots of the city, and what did I come back with as souvenirs? A few extra pounds and a cold!

Working for four hours today was actually a huge struggle. My throat hurts, my nose is running, my coughs are rumbling out of my chest, and have had the chills since 4pm! I left work a half hour early because I was so miserable, came right home and set up camp.

More specifically Courtney Doesn't Like Being Sick At All Camp: full of cough drops, chicken noodle soup, saltines, ginger ale, tissues, vicks, day/nightquil, emer-gen-c, hand sanitizer, all dressed in my brand new cupcake pajamas (compliments of Cyndy), sitting on the couch with my comforter and pillow from my room.

H-e-a-v-e-n!