Mission Accomplished

So, the surprise went off nearly hitch-less, and Steve and I are in New Orleans celebrating his impending journey over the hill. I've been dying to write some tidbits about the planned surprise, but of course I feared that doing so might jeopardize the whole durned thing. Steve awoke Friday to a normal work day and soon discovered that he'd be going somewhere for a mini-vacation. New Orleans, Louisiana, it is.

We've eaten quite a bit, drank hardly at all, and have soaked in the general loveliness-cum-depravity of this place. It's great here. Steve, sadly, is toying with a major cold-y/flu-y thing, so that's hampered some of the joie de vivre, but not too much. I mean, beignets and coffee does not a bad day make.