We flew in on a grotesquely overpriced United flight around 4:30 or so, and G freshened up while I immediately prowled the streets in search of strong drink. Fortunately there is no shortage of alcohol in New Orleans, which not being from New Orleans I refuse to pronounce "Nawlins." Anyway I consumed a large frosty hurricane while awaiting my lovely wife and we then wandered about the streets, stumbling onto a friend or two along the way and eventually getting to the rehearsal party.