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Friday, November 12, 2004

When midnight finally rolls around I complete my tour of the French Quarter. Tired and drunk, I jump on my bike and ride back to the van. I have to admit I've never ridden a bike drunk before (9 beers in 4 hrs). Regardless, this new experience should be an interesting one. After about 2 miles of riding and almost getting lost twice, I make it back to the van in one piece. Upon arrival I find myself rather chilled by the cold November air, so I quickly scramble into bed and fall off into a drunken, drooling slumber.