Bright Lights, Big Segui

Today was a marathon driving day, 500 miles from Austin to New Orleans. On our journey through Texas, we discovered that Texans might be the most aggressive drivers in America: they rarely give you room to change lanes, and on several occasions they deliberately cut us off and refused to let us pass them. I can only guess that those drivers saw our California plates and didn't take too kindly to us passing though their state. Indeed, it struck me the other day that we are taking a similer path across the country as Dennis Hopper and Peter Fonda did in Easy Rider: starting in Southern California, passing through Taos, Texas and New Orleans, and ending up in Florida. Hopefully, some rednecks in a truck won't shotgun us off the road...





After trying many motels and hotels in New Orleans, most of whom charged exorbitant pet fees, we ended up finding a great deal for a swanky room on the 36th floor of the Sheraton, overlooking the French Quarter and downton New Orleans. It's the first time Segui has been in such a hotel, and it's surprising that they allowed him there at all. It's also the first time Segui has been to Bourbon Street. He was very popular indeed with all the drunkards stumbling around the French Quarter. I've never seen him get so much attention from strangers.