For Memorial Day weekend this year, we took a long weekend trip to New Orleans with our friends Rob and Eustacia. Since they’re on the east coast, we’re always tooking for opportunities to “meet the middle”. Rob was at a conference earlier in the week, so it was the perfect time.
From the moment we got off the plane, it was evident that I was in a climate that I was not accustomed to. It was hot and sticky. We got to our hotel in the French Quarter to find something strange about the carpet in our room – it was also sticky. Beer? I’m not sure but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.
We wandered over to Bourbon Street a few blocks away. I didn’t know it was possible to make an entire street smell like vomit. It was fun and an interesting study in social behavior, but not the kind of place I’d hang out.
The next day we toured around and ended up having dinner at Cannon’s in the Garden District. People had told me how good the food was down here and after having a steak here, I agreed. Then again, it was my first real meal in 48 hours, so almost anything would have tasted good. Apparently it was a good day to get married; we counted ten of them just driving around.
I didn’t realize how close the states were here. On Saturday we took a drive all the way across Mississippi to Mobile, Alabama. I hadn’t been to either state before and I picked up my first caches in each state. For most of the day there was torrential rain coming down and some of the roads had inches of water. That made for some fantastic lightning storms on the way back.
One thing I don’t get about Mississippi and nearby states is the abundance of Waffle Houses. You’ll find them less than a mile apart and they don’t look that nice. Perhaps it’s the Southern equivalent of Dunkin’ Donuts.
New Orleans was fun, but I’m glad to be home. Wandering around in all that humidity made me feel, well, sticky.