Saturday

Basketball didn't start until late Saturday afternoon, so we had most of the day to gambol about town. Chip & I went to Magazine Street to shop and walk around.

Later, we cut down a side street over to St. Charles, to catch the streetcar back to the Quarter.

You totally want to move here now, don't you? I know I do.

Back in the Quarter, Daddy got him some seegars,

Big Daddy on Bourbon

I got a FREE PAYTON t-shirt and a Who Dat collar for Shelby,

and we ate oysters.

Courtyard of the Royal Sonesta Hotel

I tried to get boiled crawfish, but everywhere we'd go, I'd ask if they had 'em and the waitress would say, "We out" and I was all WHO KEEPS GETTING HERE BEFORE ME AND EATING ALL THE CRAWFISH?? Damn, New Orleans.

That evening, we made our way over to the Superdome for the semi-finals.

But it was mostly a disaster because Kentucky won and Ohio State lost. We were pulling for the Buckeyes to win it all, since they were the only team in the Final Four that we didn't have a personal, Memphis Tigers vendetta against.

After the games, we walked back to our hotel, because that's just what you do when you leave the Superdome: You start walking down Poydras. With 75,000 of your closest friends.

I think the boys probably went out on Bourbon Street after that, but we went back to the hotel and went to bed. We participate in a very different New Orleans than the college boys do. For one thing, ours is during daylight hours.

Next Up: Sunday, the Day of Rest.