Scraped the frost off my rental Saturday morning and drove it to to airport, turning it in with just under 900 miles on the odometer. (It had 51 when I got it...new car and I was the first driver.) They didn't even check it for dents but I was careful not to put any on it despite a fair bit of off-road use on the Jeep trails and old mine roads, and the money I spent to run it through the car wash was probably well spent.
Then it was a flight back to New Orleans via LAX with just an hour lay-over, and American was nice enough to bump me up to the better seats for the long leg back and one of the choices for in-flight movie was Casablanca so I flew back in style with Bogie. I am convince though that babies should have to be checked along with the rest of the baggage though. One cried all the way from Reno to LAX and as far as I could tell, the parents didn't do jack to try to silence it. I mean damn...play with it, give it a bottle, pour the baby a shot of vodka...anything.
But I got back and made it home, just in time to play with two attention-starved dogs for a bit and then head out to the Krewe of Boo parade.
Camel Toe Lady Stepper by night.
Amy was busy marching in the parade, so I connected up with Beth, my NOPD pal, to watch it go by. Beth also likes her some Halloween.
Here's the Sirens marching, just one of several marching krewes in the parade.
From hiking in the snow to his, all in 24 hours. Too much. But where else can I come back to a parade like the whole city was happy to have me back?