Today is a day of joy and it is also a day of sadness. And I can tell by the look on your face you want to hear the sadness part first.

I am going to New Orleans tomorrow to celebrate when Patrick vanquished the snakes from Ireland. There I will also savor the sweet deliciousness of mixed drinks served in plastic novelty cups and revel in the alcoholic effects of said. So too will I attempt to coax various women, professional and amateur, into removing their clothes in exchange for novelty items and/or cash.

I know what you're thinking. Why, that's not sad at all! It sounds like a joyous happening if ever there were one! For me, indeed. But for you, it is pure sorrow, for I will likely not post until Monday.

Brace yourself, child, for these are the days when you learn about loss.

Now for the joy. In Texas a 2-year-old boy survived for two days on syrup and onions after his caretaker died.

This is joyous news in and of itself, to be sure. But it is also a joy because you should feel reassured that if a toddler can survive on onions and syrup for two days then surely I, an adult man, will return Monday from my trip having lived for three days only on rum-based drinks and bad intentions.

In exchange for enduring my absence, I offer you this: I promise that at least once I will reveal myself on the Bourbocam. You'll recognize me because I'll be drunk and very, very good looking.

If I'm able, I'll post pictures. If there are places in the city you think I should see, post them in the comments.

Analogcabin @ 12:01 PM
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