GEAUX HORNETS!
(Note: Check out hornets247.com. Those guys are HIGH-larious and very cool.)
One girl's diary of life in the Crescent City
"Frustration: if you know you can't win, go break somebody's neck."
Here's looking at you, Jason Kidd. Perhaps you mistook Pargo for your wife?
(Ooooh, snap.)



ESPN's Marc Stein ranks 'em No. 1, and he correctly points out that the Hornets have won six straight contests by at least 14 points. According to Stein, that's only happened four other times in NBA history.
That deserves a "wow" right there.

Don't D. and I look great when caught off guard? D. is looking mildly irritated because of work, and I'm making an ass of myself sheerly to try to amuse him. Woot!
Beignets and cafe au lait at Cafe Du Monde, nestled in the base of Jackson Square.My favorite pic, apart from the classic of D. looking rumpled and warm in his bathrobe on the front porch, is this one, of St. Louise Cemetary No 1., where Marie Laveau is buried.

I suppose I like this one best because I adore this time of year - Halloween is great here in New Orleans. It's a time to enjoy the crisp weather and pumpkin ale at the Bulldog, and it's great for snuggling up to D. on the couch while watching "Hellraiser" and "Leprechaun 41231274: His Descendants are Still Battling the Little Dork in an Alternate Reality." Awwww, yeah.
(Plus, there's a built-in excuse to eat candy corn!)
Tomorrow night, D. and I will don our K-Fed and Britney costumes and roll down to the Quarter and the Marigny for some quasi-tame debauchery.
Geaux Saints, geaux Hornets (the home opener is tomorrow night), and happy Halloween!
P.S. We saw Tom Morello at the Moonwalk on Thursday.