Sleeping like a teenager…

Sleeping ’til 1:00 p.m. makes sense if you don’t go to bed until nearly 4 a.m.

I would have put that and other snippets on Twitter but can’t seem to get logged on for some reason.

We’re having a great time here in New Orleans. The weather is great and there are LOTS of people here for French Quarter Fest and The Vagina Monologues which were last night at the SuperDome. I haven’t run into Oprah yet, but if I do, I’ll let you know.

The drummer for our friends’ band has invited us to his house for a crawfish and shrimp boil on Wednesday night which should be a blast. We’ll probably go shoot pool with Debi and Bryan on Tuesday night (well, I’ll just watch and provide encouragement).

We saw Charmaine Neville yesterday in Jackson Square. What a fabulous show. She is more than a great singer; she is a true entertainer.

So far I’ve had a po’boy, a crab cake with remoulade sauce, merliton stuffed with crab and shrimp, and bbq shrimp. I recently had my cholesterol levels checked and they were perfect…exceptional, even. Probably a good thing.

Well, it’s 2:45 p.m. and I probably should get dressed. Catch y’all later!