. . . for our dessert, chef had prepared a "Bayou de Chocolate," a chocolate fondue version of the bayou, complete with chocolate alligators. A delicious way to end the evening. Several taxis later, it was off to our various hotels to await the miserable wake-up at 5:00 am to get to the airport in time for our horrid 7 am flight. The row in front of G and I on this very, very full airplane was populated with very short people who nonetheless needed more room and felt just fine about slamming their seat backs into our legs. Naturally, I felt fine about pushing their seats back up. Glad this will be our last flight for a while. Got home, went to the store; inspired by our trip, I cooked up some shrimp etouffee and some cheese grits with andouille for dinner and lunch for the next few days; then made some cheesesteaks for dinner tonight as a last tribute to a gloriously junk-food-filled weekend. A memorable trip indeed.