You win again, New Orleans

Fucking New Orleans, man. It got us. It got us good. Not to get into any of the drama of the weekend, but my group came to the general consensus that it was best to just tap out. Which means we drove all the way back home a day early. Also, I might have broken my foot when a drunk person fell and landed on me. And if it’s not broken, it’s very badly sprained. Can’t walk so well.