Back from New Orleans.
April 5th, 2005 - 1:28 pm
I got back from New Orleans Sunday night. Had a good time.
Walked everywhere. Had blueberry sauce over grouper at the culinary institute of New Orleands. Ate too much. Took a tour of the kitchen. Talked for a half hour with the student chefs. Rode the streetcar back downtown. Went to an upscale bar called “Whisky Blue” and had a few drinks with friends. Took the elevator up to a rotating club on top of the world trade center called 360. Partied, danced, and drank up there. Looked down on the city below. Felt like I was on top of the world. Left the club. Went to Cafe Du Monde. Ate beignets. Got home late.
Slept in. Woke Barbara up. Walked down Frenchman street. Found a nice little Mediterranean restaurant. Ate hummus, tabouli, falafel, eggplant, salad, pita, and mango. Loved life. Walked to the garden district. Took a walking tour. Saw a few haunted houses. Saw Anne Rice’s house. Saw Trent Reznor’s house. Had a daiquiri. Went home. Went for a quick run as the sun set. Slept. Woke up and got dressed to go out. Went to the club to see DJ Sammy. Got there too early. Headed over to Bourbon street. Walked around. Went back to the club. Danced for a little while. Decided DJ Sammy wasn’t very good. Left. Got back at 4:30 am. Realized it was 5:30 because of daylight savings time. Collapsed on the bed.
Woke up in the morning. Drove to Houston. Got on the plane. Flew in to Nashville. Saw Jeff and McCall. Was happy. Got home. Realized the weekend was over. Realized Barbara was hundreds of miles away. Realized that I don’t know where my life is taking me. Was sad. Went to sleep.
Woke up. Went to school. Here I am now.
Lucky!!!
I miss New Orleans… it’s been just over a year since I went and fell in love with the place.
If you’d told me you were going I’d have recommended the rabbit and sausage jambalaya at Cook’s Place. Little hole in the wall bar with wifi and the best damn jambalaya I’ve ever had.
Yeah, I love New Orleans. I’ve been twice. I didn’t really get to experience it like I wanted to either time. I feel like it’s a city to visit by oneself. I’ve gone with a friend each time who wasn’t necessarily interested in the same stuff I was. The second visit was better than the first, but in both cases, I got dragged out of jazz clubs after half an hour when I would have been happy going there all night, every night for a year.
Definitely a unique city with a cool vibe all its own. This time I was there, I stayed in a small bed & breakfast that was more like hostel in the lower garden district, and the lodgings were the perfect complement to the city’s mood. Where did you stay?
Did you ever see my pictures from my New Orleans trip, by the way?
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Nice pics. They have a unique style to them.
I liked the place quite a bit too. I could spend some more time there, but then isn’t that true of nearly every city and doubly so for foreign cities?