|Date: 31 Jul 2002||Day #: 8||City: New Orleans, LA (Day 3)|
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I got lunch at Popeye’s, because it's hard to pass up spicy chicken and their mashed potatoes. The cashier had a thick Cajun accent, with all the flourishes, “Cajun man” style. After lunch, I drove up to the dealer at 1 pm. They told me that it would be another 5 hours. So, the earliest I can get my car is late today, but more likely tomorrow. Which is okay, just another night in the Crescent City.
I drove back to the apt and watched TV. It's more accurate to describe the streets as a big pothole with bits of asphalt sprinkled around for good measure. The stop signs are intermittent. For dinner, an excursion into the edge of the French quarter for a burger at Port of Call. As I was reviewing my schedule, I couldn’t remember how many days I’ve been in NOLA, which is kind of scary. After Port of Call, I hopped back into the car, drove home, watched TV until Sarah stopped by with a co-worker, then they both went back out to work some more. I went to sleep.
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