As we pulled into Louisiana, my hair went to hell in a handbag. I began to get what I refer to as Dred Head - long, ropey locks of hair with a texture not seen in the dry and high of Colorado. It took us forever to get there and involved calling our friends to reschedule dinner to breakfast but eventually we arrived to our pet-friendly, grass-less hotel and ate a very late dinner at the most excellent diner right out front. The "sans grass" is an issue only because the dog cannot fathom peeing on mulch. She is walked about, and is mildly electrocuted on an open wire near the ground for her troubles, before she gives up and pees while looking accusingly at my husband.
Breakfast is as lovely as we'd hoped; catching up with friends always makes the food taste better. A quick walk around Jackson Square with the boys, purchasing some pralines for the road, and we head for Pensacola.
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