Yesterday, a team of Storyvillains joined 16,000 runners in the 30th annual Crescent City Classic, a 6.2 mile trek through New Orleans. Allen, Mercedes, Juan, Estefa, Victor, Paula, Brooke, Blake, Elizabeth, Greg, Mercie, Seth, Katie, Rebekah, Gabriel, Natalie and I ran the race sporting our Storyville Athletics tees, and looking sharp (and a little sweaty) all the while. If you're counting, that's 7 Harveys, 3 Durhams (including Mercedes), 4 Coffee Beans (Harvey Durham kids), 1 Moser, 1 Monteverde and 1 Naquin.
The Crescent City Classic is the best race ever. Only in New Orleans do you get to run a 10K and then get to drink a lot of beer after the race at a big party held in a football stadium, with music from local gems like Cowboy Mouth.
We also ran into Joey and Angela Dembrun, who we know from back in the LSU / East Campus Apartments days. Back in 1999, my brother Seth and I lived with Joey (aka Naked Joey), and Whitney Roche. And, finally, we ran into our uncle Tommy Todd (my mother's brother who lives in Houston), who, as always, wanted to know what we were up to.
