New Orleans, Day 2

Another work filled day, with nothing too notable to report, except my cab driver this morning. He was a pretty large fellow, wearing a white undershirt with a white towel draped over his neck, and easily spilled out of his seat. While this imagery alone made me chuckle, what really got me was the fact that he was eating a Slim Jim. For the short drive from the hotel to the Convention Center, my cabbie had one hand on the wheel, the other on his Slim Jim. I only wish I had the courage to take a picture.

Had dinner at Wolfe's in the Warehouse as part of a work dinner, but didn't take pictures as it was nothing spectacular to write about. It's not necessarily a reflection of the restaurant, but the fact that we had a fixed menu to accommodate the 50 some people in our group.