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2006-10-18 - 10:47 a.m. My first time with the baggie carnival. They did not, in fact, inspect my baggie full of lotions and potions. And, no one else even bothered with the baggie. I'm only a little bitter. I glanced over at security in IAH, and they had the baggie carnival running OK there. But my little attempt to fight the terroristic evil-doer shampoo menace was completely unappreciated at MSY. D. had a whole row to himself, and I had no one in my middle seat, so the flight went smoothly. Somehow it just isn't as draining when you don't have someone jabbing you with their elbow for four solid hours. It was dark when we landed but we soon found a delightful little restaurant called (I think) Ikeanos, which despite the (to me) Greek-sounding name, featured Caribbean seafood. I had a Mojito with tons of fresh mint, seafood picante with shrimp and calamaris, beans and rice, sweet plaintains. It sounds so simple but it was out of this world. We do have to cross the highway to get to the beach but, like the man says, crossing that street saves you $100 a night. So go for it. Later gator. later Well, it's rainy season, all right, but we got some decent birds as we puttered around during the day. And in a little while we're going to the hoity toity restaurant and then the hoity toity casino. In between, I knocked the employees working on their "MySpace" off the free internet and now I wonder why. Why even look at the news from home, when it's crap like "3 shot on the West Bank" and "French Quarter man cooks, eats girlfriend, then jumps off the Omni Hotel." Actual freaking news stories from New Orleans. We are an embarrassment to the human race. There were probably fewer people shot today on the West Bank in Israel, and, hell, there's a war on over there. And probably not even one scumbag cooked and ate his girlfriend before throwing himself the nearest hotel.
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