It's three in the morning and I've just crawled in from Vaughn's. Time seems to stop there. I was there for three hours that only lasted about 35 minutes. Kermit Ruffins started the second set with "Child, Things Are Gonna Get Easier." The doorman, a lanky, black man in his 50s, danced with me and dipped me and spun me. For the first time I acknowledge the possibility that I am addicted to New Orleans. I don't want to leave. I don't want to always be thinking of what I'm missing when I'm not here. I only have a few more Thursdays left in my life and they will not be enough. If only it were worthwhile for me to stay. Let's see if there's a way to make it happen.