Hit it.
Jeff and I are taking a lil trip southward, to New Orleans-ish, Franklinton to be exact, in order to witness the marriage and related festivities of our friend Henri. It’s 929 miles to New Orleans. The rehearsal dinner is a crawfish boil. The ceremony is a masquerade. It’ll be dark when we leave at 9pm tonight. We may or may not be wearing sunglasses.
