the scariest thing is the grandfather clock in the lobby

i know everybody out there has been worried sick about my safety and security down here in the Big Easy, so let me just assure everyone it's okay. i cannot bear to hear another heart wrenching tale of friends gathered in commemoration, holding hands and singing gentle odes to my memory. i cannot stomach the thought of sobbing, lonely bodies...broken and battered as they sob with their heads hung dejectedly in between shaking knees. let the trumpets blow and the choirs of angels rejoice, and.....
....okay, i'll stop.
anyways, new orleans is completely fine. according to the cab driver, they received a little rain and a battering by the wind yesterday, but the tropical storm was long gone by the time we arrived. what's funny is that dc will probably get the remnants while I sip dollar brews on bourbon (ha, ha). the real worry is denis in the gulf. should be interesting.

also, my girlfriend, kristy, is famous because she was at the district court in dc taking care of the paperwork for this huge acquisition before rushing back to the justice department to help with press releases (although never trust her drink recommendations...mint juleps should be banished from the planet)