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	So on a bright Easter Sunday I sat with my plate of crawfish, under water, in a spicy dream, and savored the flavors of New Orleans and the week I had had, knowing that it was all about to end, and that there would never be another week like it. I sucked another head, I bit another tail, and I smiled a fiery smile. People walked around me in slow motion, and somewhere a Dixieland tune was playing. My vacation was over -- over in that moment, in that very instant -- but I knew it would also last forever.		So on a bright Easter Sunday I sat with my plate of crawfish, under water, in a spicy dream, and savored the flavors of New Orleans and the week I had had, knowing that it was all about to end, and that there would never be another week like it. I sucked another head, I bit another tail, and I smiled a fiery smile. People walked around me in slow motion, and somewhere a Dixieland tune was playing. My vacation was over -- over in that moment, in that very instant -- but I knew it would also last forever.
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-Though I’m convinced that the Hurricanes I drank had little to no alcohol in them (and I soon switched to beer and [[Image:Neworl.jpg|thumb|left|Taken shortly before<br> the police arrived]]Irish whiskey), somehow the group began to get a bit silly. One of the pictures from that trip that I’ll always treasure depicts all of us with our Hurricane straws -- long, long white straws -- stuck in various facial orifices. David with them coming out of his nose, Paul with them in his ears, Gena and Scott and me with them in our mouths like long buck teeth... we were the picture of class and elegance at that moment. I’m sure Jonathan was glad he’d suggested Pat O’Brien’s right then -- just as glad as Pat O’Brien’s staff was at having us there.<br>
+Though I’m convinced that the Hurricanes I drank had little to no alcohol in them (and I soon switched to beer and[[Image:Neworl.jpg|thumb|left|Taken shortly before<br> the police arrived]] Irish whiskey), somehow the group began to get a bit silly. One of the pictures from that trip that I’ll always treasure depicts all of us with our Hurricane straws -- long, long white straws -- stuck in various facial orifices. David with them coming out of his nose, Paul with them in his ears, Gena and Scott and me with them in our mouths like long buck teeth... we were the picture of class and elegance at that moment. I’m sure Jonathan was glad he’d suggested Pat O’Brien’s right then -- just as glad as Pat O’Brien’s staff was at having us there.<br>
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-Thursday night was our long-planned dinner at [http://www.antoines.com/ Antoine’s], one of the most famous -- and oldest, and most expensive -- restaurants in New Orleans. By the time the boat brought us back to the aquarium site, we all had just about enough time to go back to our rooms for a shower and a chance to change. Our reservation was for 7:00, and we managed to get there more or less on time. We were to be given a private room -- [[Image:Neworl8.jpg|thumb|right|The look of people who have no idea how large their check is going to be.]][http://www.antoines.com/diningrooms1.html The Mystery Room!] -- and we were all looking forward to the experience. I was especially looking forward to it, since I had eaten nothing that day but a few animal crackers that Pete had with him at the zoo. Somehow, that had seemed appropriate.<br>
+Thursday night was our long-planned dinner at [http://www.antoines.com/ Antoine’s], one of the most famous -- and oldest, and most expensive -- restaurants in New Orleans. By the time the boat brought us back to the aquarium site, we all had just about enough time to go back to our rooms for a shower and a chance to change. Our reservation was for 7:00, and we managed to get there more or less on time. We were to be given a private room --[[Image:Neworl8.jpg|thumb|right|The look of people who<br> have no idea how large<br> their check is going to be.]] [http://www.antoines.com/diningrooms1.html The Mystery Room!] -- and we were all looking forward to the experience. I was especially looking forward to it, since I had eaten nothing that day but a few animal crackers that Pete had with him at the zoo. Somehow, that had seemed appropriate.<br>
 We were guided through the restaurant by the maitre d’, wending our way through the main dining area, some of the smaller rooms, and on through the other private rooms to our table. The Mystery Room had pictures of famous people who had dined at Antoine’s in the past covering the walls, and some of the pictures went back nearly a hundred years (Antoine’s has been in operation since 1840). Our waiter, Eddie, gave us a speech about the specials, the different possibilities we could entertain as far as shared appetizers or desserts, and a little of the history of Antoine’s, all in that same peculiar New Orleans accent that our shuttle driver had used the first day Sally and I had arrived.<br>
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-Sally and Carmen sat together there on the patio, a bit apart from us, so they could smoke without disturbing anyone. As they sat there, they witnessed a scene out on the sidewalk that had them laughing uproariously. Apparently, a very inebriated woman and her boyfriend were in the process of walking up the street, approaching the bar, when the woman managed to step completely out of her shoes. Sally got up to demonstrate, in true [http://www.nndb.com/people/956/000047815/ Foster Brooks] fashion, how the woman was attempting to get them back on, stepping over and around them in staggering, drunken stabs, unable to focus and flailing her arms for balance. Her boyfriend tried to help her, but to no avail. Eventually they walked out of sight, and Sally couldn’t determine whether the woman had gotten the shoes back on or not. A bit later, Sally went inside and bumped into the woman, who was leaning precariously against the entrance t
+Sally and Carmen sat together there on the patio, a bit apart from us, so they could smoke without disturbing anyone. As they sat there, they witnessed a scene out on the sidewalk that had them laughing uproariously. Apparently, a very inebriated woman and her boyfriend were in the process of walking up the street, approaching the bar, when the woman managed to step completely out of her shoes. Sally got up to demonstrate, in true [http://www.nndb.com/people/956/000047815/ Foster Brooks] fashion, how the woman was attempting to get them back on, stepping over and around them in staggering, drunken stabs, unable to focus and flailing her arms for balance. Her boyfriend tried to help her, but to no avail. Eventually they walked out of sight, and Sally couldn’t determine whether the woman had gotten the shoes back on or not. A bit later, Sally went inside and bumped into the woman, who was leaning precariously against the entrance to the ladies room. It was all Sally could do not to duck her head out the door and call Carmen to come in and see the amazing drunken woman.

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-Though I’m convinced that the Hurricanes I drank had little to no alcohol in them (and I soon switched to beer and [[Image:Neworl.jpg|thumb|left|Taken shortly before the police arrived]]Irish whiskey), somehow the group began to get a bit silly. One of the pictures from that trip that I’ll always treasure depicts all of us with our Hurricane straws -- long, long white straws -- stuck in various facial orifices. David with them coming out of his nose, Paul with them in his ears, Gena and Scott and me with them in our mouths like long buck teeth... we were the picture of class and elegance at that moment. I’m sure Jonathan was glad he’d suggested Pat O’Brien’s right then -- just as glad as Pat O’Brien’s staff was at having us there.<br>
+Though I’m convinced that the Hurricanes I drank had little to no alcohol in them (and I soon switched to beer and [[Image:Neworl.jpg|thumb|left|Taken shortly before<br> the police arrived]]Irish whiskey), somehow the group began to get a bit silly. One of the pictures from that trip that I’ll always treasure depicts all of us with our Hurricane straws -- long, long white straws -- stuck in various facial orifices. David with them coming out of his nose, Paul with them in his ears, Gena and Scott and me with them in our mouths like long buck teeth... we were the picture of class and elegance at that moment. I’m sure Jonathan was glad he’d suggested Pat O’Brien’s right then -- just as glad as Pat O’Brien’s staff was at having us there.<br>
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-Thursday night was our long-planned dinner at [http://www.antoines.com/ Antoine’s], one of the most famous -- and oldest, and most expensive -- restaurants in New Orleans. By the time the boat brought us back to the aquarium site, we all had just about enough time to go back to our rooms for a shower and a chance to change. Our reservation was for 7:00, and we managed to get there more or less on time. We were to be given a private room -- [http://www.antoines.com/diningrooms1.html The Mystery Room!] -- and we were all looking forward to the experience. I was especially looking forward to it, since I had eaten nothing that day but a few animal crackers that Pete had with him at the zoo. Somehow, that had seemed appropriate.<br>
+Thursday night was our long-planned dinner at [http://www.antoines.com/ Antoine’s], one of the most famous -- and oldest, and most expensive -- restaurants in New Orleans. By the time the boat brought us back to the aquarium site, we all had just about enough time to go back to our rooms for a shower and a chance to change. Our reservation was for 7:00, and we managed to get there more or less on time. We were to be given a private room -- [[Image:Neworl8.jpg|thumb|right|The look of people who have no idea how large their check is going to be.]][http://www.antoines.com/diningrooms1.html The Mystery Room!] -- and we were all looking forward to the experience. I was especially looking forward to it, since I had eaten nothing that day but a few animal crackers that Pete had with him at the zoo. Somehow, that had seemed appropriate.<br>
 We were guided through the restaurant by the maitre d’, wending our way through the main dining area, some of the smaller rooms, and on through the other private rooms to our table. The Mystery Room had pictures of famous people who had dined at Antoine’s in the past covering the walls, and some of the pictures went back nearly a hundred years (Antoine’s has been in operation since 1840). Our waiter, Eddie, gave us a speech about the specials, the different possibilities we could entertain as far as shared appetizers or desserts, and a little of the history of Antoine’s, all in that same peculiar New Orleans accent that our shuttle driver had used the first day Sally and I had arrived.<br>
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-Sally and Carmen sat together there on the patio, a bit apart from us, so they could smoke without disturbing anyone. As they sat there, they witnessed a scene out on the sidewalk that had them laughing uproariously. Apparently, a very inebriated woman and her boyfriend were in the process of walking up the street, approaching the bar, when the woman managed to step completely out of her shoes. Sally got up to demonstrate, in true [http://www.nndb.com/people/956/000047815/ Foster Brooks] fashion, how the woman was attempting to get them back on, stepping over and around them in staggering, drunken stabs, unable to focus and flailing her arms for balance. Her boyfriend tried to help her, but to no avail. Eventually they walked out of sight, and Sally couldn’t determine whether the woman had gotten the shoes back on or not. A bit later, Sally went inside and bumped into the woman, who was leaning precariously against the entrance to the ladies room. It was all Sally could do not to duck her head out the door and call Carmen to come in and see the amazing drunken woman.
+Sally and Carmen sat together there on the patio, a bit apart from us, so they could smoke without disturbing anyone. As they sat there, they witnessed a scene out on the sidewalk that had them laughing uproariously. Apparently, a very inebriated woman and her boyfriend were in the process of walking up the street, approaching the bar, when the woman managed to step completely out of her shoes. Sally got up to demonstrate, in true [http://www.nndb.com/people/956/000047815/ Foster Brooks] fashion, how the woman was attempting to get them back on, stepping over and around them in staggering, drunken stabs, unable to focus and flailing her arms for balance. Her boyfriend tried to help her, but to no avail. Eventually they walked out of sight, and Sally couldn’t determine whether the woman had gotten the shoes back on or not. A bit later, Sally went inside and bumped into the woman, who was leaning precariously against the entrance t

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-Though I’m convinced that the Hurricanes I drank had little to no alcohol in them (and I soon switched to beer and Irish whiskey), somehow the group began to get a bit silly. One of the pictures from that trip that I’ll always treasure depicts all of us with our Hurricane straws -- long, long white straws -- stuck in various facial orifices. David with them coming out of his nose, Paul with them in his ears, Gena and Scott and me with them in our mouths like long buck teeth... we were the picture of class and elegance at that moment. I’m sure Jonathan was glad he’d suggested Pat O’Brien’s right then -- just as glad as Pat O’Brien’s staff was at having us there.<br>
+Though I’m convinced that the Hurricanes I drank had little to no alcohol in them (and I soon switched to beer and [[Image:Neworl.jpg|thumb|left|Taken shortly before the police arrived]]Irish whiskey), somehow the group began to get a bit silly. One of the pictures from that trip that I’ll always treasure depicts all of us with our Hurricane straws -- long, long white straws -- stuck in various facial orifices. David with them coming out of his nose, Paul with them in his ears, Gena and Scott and me with them in our mouths like long buck teeth... we were the picture of class and elegance at that moment. I’m sure Jonathan was glad he’d suggested Pat O’Brien’s right then -- just as glad as Pat O’Brien’s staff was at having us there.<br>
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 All the street performers in the French Quarter. Much like [http://www.fishermanswharf.org/ Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco], there are jugglers and musicians and mimes and balloon artists and people who [http://ssbn658.org/Pages/wharf.html spray themselves silver or gold] and become “human statues.” Diane’s comment, upon seeing one of these folks, was “I’m supposed to give him a quarter because he can stand still?”
-Living where I do, I’m used to seeing a lot of these types of street artists (if “artist” is the right word...). What I found unique were the dozens of [http://www.bestofneworleans.com/dispatch/2002-08-06/cover_story.html little kids tap dancing on every street], some as young as five or six years old. That’s not something you find in San Francisco, or, I’m guessing, many other parts of the country.
+Living where I do, I’m used to seeing a lot of these types of street artists (if “artist” is the right word...). What I fou