So Saturday, early in the afternoon, I'm roused from blissful slumber by a text from The Displaced Louisiana Guy asking my if I'd like to join him and his brother for lunch at Mothers Restaurant, a real New Orleans institution that I haven't been to yet.
My first thought was that they were down here for Saturday's scheduled parade, but they claim that they were really here to see the World War Two museum...not that there's anything wrong with that. ;-)
Traffic and parking being what they were, both because of the damned parade and because it's New Orleans, I just hopped on my bike and made the two-mile ride in little time. and I only had to kick two cars on the way for incursions into my right-of-way.
I got there and met them both outside, and then we stood in line to wait to get inside to stand in another line to order the food, in this case, three "Ferdi Special" po'boy sandwiches, which were messy but well worth the ride. Of course even without the food, the company made the day. It was a nice hour or so with two great guys and a welcome break from the housecleaning that I was just getting ready to start. And a bonus--no one stole my bike while we were eating. (It happens so often around here that you learn to be grateful every time you come back and actually find your bike where you locked it.)
Thanks for coming down guys, and thanks for the invite. I hope you enjoyed the museum. (And the parade if you stuck around for it. Hey, I'm not judging or anything...)