From Mardi Gras, that is. We've returned from warm and sunny New Orleans. I was able to have calas and grits at the Coffee Pot, my partner had at least one fried oyster po' boy [I had two catfish po' boys [on separate days, thank you] made with Leidenheimer bread], and we each had a few strong libations. One thing I love about the Coffee Pot is that the pre-Katrina wait staff is still there. Now it's back to reality in DC [such as it is].
I've downloaded December's sales in the District and have begun scrubbing / processing that data. I may be interrupted as I gather the MRIS statistics for January 2008 sales of existing homes. However, I have created the following tables [see below] to give an overview of sales recorded in the last month of 2007.
One more story about the Coffee Pot. We went there one Saturday in April 2005 as part of the weekend-long celebration of a friend's 50th birthday [the same weekend Pope John Paul II died, I remember St. Louis Cathedral being draped in black]. One of the fellows attending, a native New Orleanian, had come all the way from Reykjavik, Iceland [a place he loathed] to join in the party. He ordered a coffee. After one sip, he told the waitress: "I don't want that tourist water. Bring me a real cup of New Orleans coffee with chicory." She understood completely.
Love that New Orleans. You have to go.