November 1st, 2009

Dead Dog Cat

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I'd like to apologize to yesterday's birthday folk for missing their birthdays:

neecerie
dcjensen
atxcats
giza

I was travelling, and then the hotel doesn't have Internet access in the rooms, only in the lounge, so I didn't get online until now.

I hope all you folk had a lovely celebration!
Dead Dog Cat

The 31st

Awoke at 3AM, out of the house by 4AM, in the plane, taking off by 6. Doze through to Denver, then found a book at the airport, And Another Thing, which, so far, isn't nearly as good as Douglas Adams. Flew from there to New Orleans. Got into town, settled into the hotel, wandered the French Quarter in something easily packed, but vaguely costumey. For me, a hat that forestcats made me, for her, a mask we got at Ren Faire. She'll post photos later of some of what we saw on the streets; it was pretty much as wild and wooly as we'd figured. We ate a very late breakfast, or a late lunch, or a very early dinner at Dick Brennan's Palace Cafe on Canal Street, and it was very good. (I had fish with an andouille (sp?) crust...yum. My appetizer was also excellent, but the desserts were disappointing. The drinks I had were spectacular, and led to the next scene.) After walking a bit more in the French Quarter, we made it back into the room, where we intended to rest a bit, and then go back out into the revelry, but instead, we collapsed, and woke again more than twelve hours later. Oh, well.
Dead Dog Cat

The 1st

We woke to a ridiculously cold room; the heat wasn't working, in fact it was spewing out cold air, and the room, set for 74, was actually 54 degrees. Ouch!

We were out of the hotel before I realized that we hadn't reset the clocks, so we were in the Quarter before any reasonable person would be awake; therefore, getting breakfast was a breeze. I might have kept in the room longer, but forestcats had seen something that told her that there was no Internet in the rooms, so I figured on grabbing a computer at the medical convention, and logging on there. That's what happened, but it turns out that she was mistaken, and I've been able to connect without difficulty in the room. We found that out much later.

At the convention, we connected with Gail, a friend from Kentucky, and another doctor from my area ran into us as well. We're all going out to NOLA on Monday night, so I'll discuss that later. We wandered the convention hall in the area devoted to displays from pharmaceutical firms as well as other purveyors of gear, software, books, or technologies that can help physicians and patients. In the past, this room would be stacked high with items to promote their products that had no relation to the product, such as pens with an antibiotic's name on them, or notepads. This is all now illegal, so there's not nearly so much stuff to be lugged back to the hotel (oh, ours is in the French Quarter, instead of being by the Convention Center. More exercise for us, which is good, considering the calories that we're ingesting at these restaurants.) I went completely through the display area, and then we headed back towards the hotel, stopping first at a clothing store with a shirt that forestcats liked; then a used book store, and finally, we stopped at the Green Goddess. Note that we didn't have lunch, luckily enough. At the Green Goddess, we had three entrees, three desserts, and I had three different ciders (one pear, two apple) and a honey liquor that tasted of anisette that was spectacular. The food was delicious. The chef blogs here as chefcdb; when he talked in his blog about the ciders that they'd acquired, I knew I had to go. Oh, boy, was it grand! And that liquor to finish off was wonderful!

We left our gained items at the hotel, and then wandered Bourbon Street. I was thirsty, and got a water; my beloved, something stronger. We were paced twice by gangs of toughs who were scoping us out for a roust, but we evaded them by popping into shops or bars on the way, so, no problem. I think we'll go back on another evening, and check out the Preservation Hall to hear some Dixieland Jazz.

And then back to the room to the computer.