Gas Line

I've found a new place for coffee and WiFi in the Lower Garden District area. Rue de la Course is a local coffeehouse chain that, even in their smaller shops, features lots of tables with green shaded lawyer lamps for reading and a relatively pleasant, no hassle, atmosphere for hanging out. The one on Magazine near Washington is huge with easily thirty tables and a great (meaning fast and reliable) WiFi connection.

The problem is, it is one of the only coffeshops that is open in this part of town, and as such it is doing land office business. The line for coffee runs down the entire length of about a twenty foot counter and then extends an additional ten feet to the door, with many people regularly spilling out onto the sidewalk outside. The wait for coffee this morning was, conservatively, twenty minutes... Not only is it the only game in, this part of, town, the coffee is terrific and the almond croissants are the best I've ever tasted.

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Yesterday I did exactly what I predicted and went out to spend my saved up energy capital from the night before. I finally made it back to bed at 1:30 in the morning (thank God for the gift of an extra hour for moving out of daily savings time) after walking home from the quarter after midnight.

It was a day filled with music (more on that later) and it closed, at 12:30 in the morning, on a little corner on Chartres Street, where I was given the gift of the blues from two guys sitting and playing Robert Johnson tunes on the corner.