…because waiting for me at home are my Moo Cards. I’m tragically unhip since I’m currently without Moo Cards. oh to be cool, it’s all I ask for out of life.

I’m also ready to go because I’m tired. Being here has worn me out more than our trip to Disney. It’s been a constant go go go of visiting friends, seeing my grandfather in the hospital, and hanging out with family. I’m sure last night’s trip to the Quarter, where I consumed more alcohol in one night than I have in the past six months, has nothing to do with me being completely and utterly pooped.

I’m so tired that jparks has had to resort to other women for loving. And if I’m going to be perfectly honest, his new women are real bitches.

One of the things I wanted to do while in NOLA was walk around town and take pictures. Uptown, City Park, the French Quarter, all places I wanted to visit. So far I’ve been Uptown, but the only pictures I took were these:

Today we are going to the LA Renaissance Festival and, while I’m sure I’ll take plenty of pictures there, they won’t be of things I think are uniquely New Orleans. I have enjoyed everything I’ve done, nothing beats talking with friends about shoving frozen Twinkies up your loved one’s butt, but maybe next time I visit I need to come without a to do list.

Earlier this week I received a request to support my nephew’s school by purchasing a magazine subscription. Now we know I love getting magazines but if I get one more subscription the mailman is going to stop delivering to my apartment. So I have deal for you dear readers.

If you have a blog or some other form of a website and post a link to my blog then you will be entered into a drawing for a magazine subscription. The winner will be randomly selected from all entries. You can pick from a big long list of titles and I’ll send you the subscription for a year, simple as that. I would prefer that the link on your site be kinda permanent, like in a blogroll, but if you want to slap it in a post encouraging folks to read about me then I’ll take that too. If you already have a link to me, that counts for an entry too.

To enter, simply leave a comment or email me with a link to your link. The link must be posted by October 9th, 10pm my time. You have 4 days to accomplish this task, so hop to it.

Last night was a wonderful dessert party at Joe and Miranda’s apartment to celebrate Jason and my’s elopement. We had a great time hanging out with friends, eating tons of cake, and drinking lots of champagne. And of course we played my favorite party game: Taboo.

If you’ve never played Taboo, you’re really missing out. And if you’ve never played Taboo with me then you’re seriously missing out. When I play Taboo all of my common sense, dignity, and volume control go right out the window. Jason even stated very matter of fact-ly “You are drunk” a couple of times but I wasn’t, I was just playing Taboo.

My favorite guess from last night’s game was this (and let me apologize now to the easily offended):

“I hate when you come up behind me and do this!”
“donkey punch!”

I can’t believe my guess was not correct.

I’ll be leaving in a few hours for the land of big cars, high temperatures, messy BBQ, and republicans. In other words I’m heading back to Texas for the weekend. Specifically, I’m going to Austin for Jeff and Aim’s wedding on Sunday. Stayed tuned for pictures from the festivities.

Lauren’s birthday was Wednesday and to celebrate we decided to boil lobsters as if they were crawfish. The thought process was: Lobster= crawfish on steroids. Crawfish on steroids= flavor x 1,000,000= delicious. How could we possibly be wrong with those calculations?!?

The first thing we didn’t consider was that Jason wasn’t going to be around and we would have to handle live, angry lobsters. After trying to pick them up with tongs and failing at it, Lauren suited up in what she felt was appropriate Lobster protective gear:

We managed to get them into their pots, but just barely. This guy wasn’t going to die without a fight:

When we were done boiling them we set them up for a romantic photo op complete with roses. Look it’s true love, they’re holding claws.

Getting the meat out was hard work. It took a meat mallet, hammer, and brute force to just break through the shells or exo-skeletons or whatever the correct word is. At one point lobster juice was flying everywhere, like a bad Gallagher show. I’m pretty sure this is why they give you bibs in fancy restaurants.

In the end, I hate to admit it, but the lobster was a bit of a let down. They are way more work then crawfish to peel and they didn’t absorb any of the crab boil flavor. Plus I think we boiled them too long and the meat was a little rubbery. But the biggest disappoint is that since lobsters are huge and mean you can’t race them like you can with crawfish before you cook them.

There are a few more pictures from our boiling adventure posted here if you’re interested.

It’s a picture of California asphalt. And a smidge of mountain for some added excitement.

Enjoy!

I’ve mentioned before that Jason and I are both monitoring how much traffic our blogs get, (go formationofme.com go!) and we’ve both noticed that the most surefire way to have your traffic spike is not to mention breasts, but have Dan Sandler mention you on his blog. Holy cow those Rice University Computer Science folks sure know how to follow links through.

Thanks Dan!

I’ve been making plans to hang out with some of my friends from B&N one last time before we leave for California and one guy, Craig, suggested we (me, Jason, him, and his girlfriend Jamie) go bowling and drinking. While trying to figure out a good time to go, Craig suggested the afternoon because “if you swerve in the afternoon the cops don’t think you’re drunk driving; they think you’re just a bad driver.”

As horrible as it is, you can’t argue with his logic.