After hysterically ransacking my suitcase, I realized that the pills are still in New York. Several calls to my mom and a 24 hour pharmacy later, I acknowledged that I would have to spend this morning trying either to track down a new prescription or to get my pharmacy to transfer my prescription here. A hectic morning later, the nice people of Rite-Aid in New Orleans figured out a way to sell me 4 pills.
This took hours, and when combined with necessary pre-wedding socializing meant that the long run couldn't happen today. So, tomorrow or Tuesday for it. Stay tuned.
I am an idiot.