Mardi Gras

Team Sebastian is having some black jack phone problems, so we are using the computer in the lobby of the Drury Inn in New Orleans. To back track a little, yesterday started off a slow day. We started on the road at 6AM trying to thumb for a ride. After 2 hours, 8 miles walked, and buckets of sweat lost, we made it to a gas station. Didnt take long for us to convince a single woman by herself to cram the three of us with our gear and her luggage into her seabring convertible and head up to tallahassee. once in Tallahassee, we caught a ride with a gentlmen who dropped us off at his sons fraternity house, Sigma Chi. We chilled there for a little while, but since it was only around one, we wanted to keep heading down the road, although a night at the local bar with the FSU boys would have been a great time. Well, to make a long story short, about 6 hours later we never thought we would make it out of Tallahassee so we began thumbing down the interstate only to be stopped by a State Trooper. Once we were down with the State Trooper we were able to talk the District Attorney of Florida into giving us a ride to the next rest area. We have gotten in pretty tight with the Florida police departments. We found a guy willing to drive us all the way to New Orleans, only problem was he was pulling over to take a nap, so we had to let him sleep a bit before we left. We drove all through the night, got dropped off at the airport and curled up in there for some sleep. Didnt get much though, but now, off to Bourbon Street!