Morning in the French Quarter was quite different than evening there... but somehow the same. It definitely feels like there's a party going on all the time… but by day while the bars aren’t as raucous, the cafes are full as are the shops. So we were glad that we had checked out Café du Monde last night because the line there was a mile long in daylight. So we at breakfast at Café Beignet at our hotel and did some shopping before checking out of our room at noon and driving to Alabama.

I’m still confused about the gambling laws in Louisiana and Mississippi. If anyone can explain them to me, please feel free to do so. We arrived in Gulf Shores, Alabama around 4:30. Here, we’re staying at Cindy’s Dad’s condo with him and Cindy’s half-brother Ted and his friend Brendan. The beach is amazing here – the softest white sand I’ve ever felt, and the water in the gulf is actually warm.

Anyway – we went out to dinner. There’s no real way to describe this experience… other than that I knew I was in the South when we arrived at Lamberts, home of the “throwed roll.” I’m going on the assumption that they know that “throwed” is not a word, but one never knows. And in case you are wondering, yes, they throw rolls at you. They pitch them. Kind of like in baseball. The problem is you have to catch them. Those who know me know I am not very good at catching. I did catch half of one… I’m not doing an adequate job of describing this place – it’s something you really have to see to believe so please check out the Lambert’s website. What else can I say?

Now we’re back at the condo getting ready for bed and it looked like the Lakers were about to make it to the playoffs or whatever they’re called… I can only imagine the partying that’s going on in L.A…. ‘Night, all.