On October 13th 1999 Geoffrey and I flew down to New Orleans. By the time we arrived at our hotel (the Bourbon Orleans - I highly recommend it) we'd spent close to 10 hours travelling, and eaten nothing but two airline packages of honey mustard pretzels each. We'd been graced with that much only because we had a connecting flight. Ecch.
Anyway, we got there. We went out to eat (the Gumbo Shop in the Quarter - it was wonderful!), then wandered around a bit in the Quarter, visited Rings of Desire and Elayne, met some othe"r friends of hers who were visiting (Steve and Jeffrey), then went back to our hotel and crashed.