Dear loyal readers, thank you for your patience, and my sincerest apologies for disappearing. You see, last thing I remember was early February, a party on Bourbon Street, Stacy Johnson-Klein and a voodoo curse -- then I think I fell into a K-Hole. Paramedics said they found me balled up in the fetal position in Louis Armstrong Park, with third-degree burns on 60 percent of my body. God, that was some party.

During this traumatic experience I had an awakening … a breakthrough. The Lord spoke to me several times, asking me the basic meaning-of-life questions: what kind of traffic I was pulling on Fresyes these days, whether I'd ever considered Google ads, and whether I guest-DJ'ed at parties, like those other bloggers. We chatted for what felt like hours, me and God. I came away refreshed, renewed and spiritually enlightened. Nothing but the burns and blogger's block remained.

I recount this story in order to let you know we (and by "we" I mean two lazy people with full-time jobs) are not dead. Fresyes will remain a living, breathing site for the foreseeable future. The updates may not come as often as, say, the real pros, but we'll be here for you, forever and ever amen.