I’m intrigued in the french quarter fest, except that generally speaking, I hate the french quarter. Is it both weekend days or just one? I might go see, depending upon a very big hypothetical in my week.

See, in my universe, Mondays are like staring out into the great unknown. You just never know what’s going to happen next.

You know, I would never be sad if I woke up on a Monday and knew I faced a lunch at Galatoire’s with my buddies.

Today, however, I still recover from the week-long flu……eh.

Amen… In more ways than are imaginable.

Nothing could sound more divine. Maybe, as you sit and contemplate the menu you will think of a poor, Galatoire’s deprived blogger in the Mid-West and order some crabmeat sardou. Or at least think about ordering some before picking something equally divine off the menu

Ahh, so jealous.