Surprisingly, or not so, I took no pictures this day. Cross-country on Christmas Eve was grueling. We arrived in New Orleans at dinnertime and met up with my mother and brother at Galatoire’s Bistro in Baton Rouge.
For Christmas, my mother, brother, and Mr. T & I went to my childhood best friend’s home. She also happens to be my oldest friend — she borrowed my christening dress when I was six months old. We spent the day with her extended family, eating and talking and eating some more. It was great.
Since I have no pictures, I’ll post one from the next day, which will be backposted soon.