Dispatches from Afar

So far so good, knock on wood. That has generally been the feeling of all affected by the staff of the Gods. It seems that New Orleans has not suffered to greatly. Lets hope that stays the same.

Lindsay and I are safe in Jackson and are hoping to return to New Orleans tomorrow. How? Well, we are officially "press" now. There are stories to cover.

The food in jackson has been good. We went to the Bulldog and drank way to many pitchers of Lazy Magnolia brew. Damn fine stuff. Today, Dr. Egon took us to Broad Street Bakery for some sandwiches. Then a long nap.

Peter is hunkered down in Baton Rouge. He is currently surviving on Corn Nuts, stale Natural Light, and the thought of bernaise.

The Pope is holed up in a wine cellar in New Orleans. And I wish that wasn't so amazingly true.

In related news, Peter and I proudly announce that this month's issue of Offbeat magazine features a review by your faithful bloggers. We hope you enjoy it and can't wait to continue writing for such a dank mag. Sorry, that was college coming out. Check it out here. And with that Blackened Out is now totally, halfway legit, in a way. Kinda.

Best to all, hope everyone is safe.

See you at Galatoire's. Friday at noon.