Some of my favorite memories were of meeting everyone in person. The night of the costume ball, a group of us decided to stroll around the French Quarter in costume. We kept losing Apiladey to the tourists! LOL! All these people wanted their picture taken with him in his toga--they didn't realize that he was a "tourist" too. :o)

I spent a good deal of the evening trying to explain to the confused folks in our little group the significance of those tacky strings of beads (and why people will do all kinds of odd things for them).

And then there was the playing pool (not that I can actually play pool) with Mikele and dotti until 2am at this little hole in the wall that claimed to be an Irish pub.

Good memories of great people...:o)