FRIDAY! FRIDAY! FRIDAY!  Sing it from the sunroofs of SUV's, yell it from the steam rooms of spas, post it on the internet!  Oh yeah, we did just post it on the internet.  Sorry, we're not thinking clearly this morning.  Yesterday (Friday Eve) we beat a hasty departure from Palm Springs just ahead of the bill collectors, got safely across state lines and are now cooling our heels in New Orleans.  It just seemed like the safest place to be.

So here's the deal.  We're wandering around the French Quarter (after getting our hair cut to change our appearance) and we "accidentally" go into one of our favorite bars (Finnegan's Easy) to see our favorite bartender Raquel.  It turns out that she's chatting up the only other customer - BRAD PITT!  Yup, ole' B.P. was out on the town without his baby factory wife and the stories he told about stealing all those kids from third world countries - WHEW!

Anyway, we bought a few rounds (Brad was short on cash - hey, it happens!) and spent the rest of the night bitching about Hollywood, thieving agents and how the studios suck and Angelina doesn't.  Afterward, we all piled into Brad's '87 Buick and went for some Po' Boy sandwiches in the 9th Ward. (and some crystal meth - who knew that Brad was a toot head!).  Folks, we're in New Orleans, the French Quarter is right outside our door and tonight is FRIDAY!...

      
The world famous Mickey Nolan scores a little trim!              Then, Kevin bought the first round, it was three-4-one!

      
Brad Pitt chats up our favorite bartender, Raquel!                            Stacy bought the next round, it was six-4-one!