I wqas quite luckless being caught in that mess, but somehow I survived (and with that unenhanced digital photo that some stranger off the street took of me). I'll admit I was partying until the last minute, but then I took a limo to the Superdome and they were'nt going to let me in because I was lugging "personal" belongings (they weren't mine) which they said had to be left outside because they took up too much space and contained contrabland. SO here I am waiting for Brenda to come get me, but she gratefully died a few years ago, before I ever even had a chance to scribble my cell phone number on the wall to find a new galpal. What can I say? I'm divastated.