We are sitting on I-10 West-bound at the moment. Traffic has been a slow 10 miles an hour so far. 10 miles out of New Orleans. 1 hour.

And now we’re at a complete stop. I think there was an accident. A wrecker and a few police cars came flying down the shoulder of the bridge.

It’s starting to get a little windy.

I wonder how much weight these bridges can hold?

Remind me to blog about how upset I am at the Husbear at the moment with the whole “mandatory evacuation” of New Orleans. I volunteered to take people to the airport in the AM, and he’s upset because he has to get up and be on the road by 8 AM. I’m not happy at the moment, and probably shouldn’t be blogging about it. But that’s where I am at the moment.

He’s not a selfish person. I just don’t think he understands what a hurricane is.

Actually, where I am at the moment is on the 7th floor of the Omni Royal Orleans hotel at the pool trying to figure my way out of NOLA in the morning. And gawd only knows where the Husbear is….

We arrived successfully in NOLA.

And we’re starting this party.

And screw Gustav. Homos know how to party regardless of the weather!

And here we go…

I got home from the GreatRetailEmpire today and the Husbear had the car prepared for travel and the bags (and cooler) by the door waiting to go.

And now we’re on the road. Let’s see how well the Prius does long distance.

And screw Gustav.

This is what I felt like all day today after nearly finishing off a liter of Crown with my Buddy last night.

Spinning world…

I know I should be “more responsible” on a work night, but I have to prepare my liver for New Orleans.

The Husbear is already packed for our annual pilgrimage to Southern Decadence.

We were originally going to leave Wednesday night after I got off work from the GreatRetailEmpire and start the drive to New Orleans.

The Husbear is getting impatient and now wants to leave a day earlier.

I’m betting when I get off work tomorrow [Tuesday] the Husbear will have everything in the car and be ready to leave….