I feel guilty because I haven’t had any time to do my trip justice by writing about it, and by the time I finally do have time, I fear it will all have fallen out of my head only to be replaced by the dinner I’m taking The Mc to tonight, the concert he’s taking me to tomorrow, our weekend at the farm and more epic woes of drooling cats on my head at 4am.

Some thoughts jotted down to help rouse the memories later for your bedtime put you to sleep reading:

Yes I finished my taxes before I left town
Yes I took a unintentional scenic route via Birmingham
Yes I can confirm there’s not a *bucks in the entire state of Alabama
Yes I saw devastation on the outskirts of New Orleans
Yes it took a million years to cross that bridge over the lake
Yes the street signs aren’t in the color or place I expected them and I missed a turn or five
Yes I had a hurricane @ Pat O’s in the piano bar, yes I requested Copacabana
Yes I ate an oyster and a po’boy at ACME and did not vomit (much to my surprise) but also did not enjoy it
Yes I had some remoulade with skrimps in it (I hates me the skrimps)
Yes I had a beignet and coffee from Cafe Du Monde
Yes I rode the street car to The Garden District
Yes I got one really crappy picture of beads in trees
Yes I had yummy food at The Camellia Grill
Yes my seester scratched her eye with floating NO funk and Louise and I visited two Walgreens (and almost a third, but we couldn’t find it) and dealt with two concierges (is that a word?) in attempt to heal what ailed her
Yes she was drugged on Benadryl and slept her way through Saturday afternoon and after a brief attempt at walking/light, she did the same for the evening hours
Yes she was a sport and sent me out to have fun anyway
Yes I walked the streets with a cocktail in hand and felt liberated by it
Yes I had my bones read on Jackson Square
Yes I bought something for The Mc at The French Market
Yes I hung out on a balcony and watched the pedestrian traffic below
Yes I stumbled through The French Quarter using Lousie to keep me upright after having a number of “3 for 1″ beverages and singing karaoke very, very badly for a crowd that should have thrown rotten food or dirty diapers at me
Yes I went to a place I can’t remember the name of with live music (and a crowd!) and boogied, and yes I yelled a few too many times for more cowbell (they really had one, and the keyboardist was really playing it)
Yes when we got back to the room my seester had already (very thoughtfully!) made our beds for us
Yes I initially declined fast food but eventually inhaled half a quarter pounder with cheese and half of Louise’s fries
Yes I was ashamed
Yes I apparently fit several key things I missed during my early 20’s and fit them into one night
Yes Louise was a supreme and tolerant travel guide and adventure companion
Yes I had to leave the room and go to the lobby to finish sobering up b/c my ears were still ringing
Yes Louise and I sat in the lobby and giggled with no shoes on at the drunkards wandering about (hippocrickets)
Yes I woke up hoarse
Yes her eye was much better by morning (feeling only, still looked like hell)
Yes I ate a delicious breakfast with Louise and my seester at B….something or another, and ate my breakfast as well as half of her flaming crepe desert which was stupid delicious
Yes I spent too much money on food I couldn’t taste
Yes it was a damn long drive home for a girl with PMS that requires a predicable 14+ hr sleeping binge
Yes I forgot to clean the bugs off my windshield every. time. I stopped.

In short: yes. I got all the “musts” out of the way so the next time I visit I can just wander quietly and relax.