I was at a party last night up on the roof top of the Ritz Carlton on Canal Street last night. My friends and I decided to hit the lounge bar on the 3rd floor. So, we took the elevator down to the 3rd floor and when walking to the bar there was this open entry way with this large antique desk sitting there. My friend walked around and sat down at the desk for a moment. The desk was beautiful, but I was curious if it was an actual antique or some sort of knock off. So I checked one of the drawers in the front to see if it would open and look for some marking of the craftsman. Well, the drawer did open and inside was a piece of stationary which had been folded up. I unfolded the paper and began to read the following … I found this hilarious and random and can easily relate. I think everyone in New Orleans whether you’re living there or not (which I do) has had a similar moment in time of needing to flee!