Laissez les bons temps rouler

Am in New Orleans, or Nawlins as they say here, this week for the evil CTIA trade show. I drove here from freakin' Dallas because I screwed up the plane tickets ('cause I'm an idiot). We were supposed to be having a nice quiet romantic weekend here, but I totally forgot that Saturday was the George Carlin show that I've been waiting since Christmas to go to! Ugh. When I go to change my flights, it turns out that there are no seats. Whatsoever. On any airline. So I have to drive. (Carlin was fantastic, BTW)

There is a whole lot of NOTHING between Terrell, TX and Baton Rouge, LA.