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9:55am - There is no alarm. It's nice. Both Tubby and I awoke just because it seemed like the right thing to do, and a tasty way to do it. 10:34am - Daylight is first introduced into the room. It's what you'd call "bright" outside. Eek. 11:19am - Julia calls to indicate we can flock from our current hotel to the Pontchartrain at any time... good to know. 11:32am - We're in flight via a Rollins cab (nice minivan sort of cab), although the driver (a woman whose name wasn't given) was less than chatty. 12:01pm - We've successfully checked in and Baldie and I are settling into our room, as seen here. 12:47pm - The gathering has begin. The boy and I begin an outing for food and live music with Julia and family (whom have flown in to hang out in the Big Easy for the weekend). 1:02pm - We all ended up at the Orleans Cafe for lunch (it's on Decatur, a block off of Canal Street... don't know the name off-hand). Joining Baldie and I was Julia, Aunt Julia, and Julia's mom, whom we'll call Mom. 1:54pm - Lunch finished, we wandered about until we ducked into Pat O'Briens, and sat down in the piano bar. 2:29pm - I began to be plied into being less serious with Aunt Julia helping me with a couple of sips of her hurricane. I think it had something to do with her being from Kansas, and my view of Kansas being what it is. 2:53pm - Feeling the warming affects of rum, music, and a couple of extra bucks in my billfold, I soon found myself in front of the crowd, just enjoying the music right at the source. (For those who don't see things well, try the closer version of my stint at the piano.) The pianist also ended up playing, albeit briefly, "Home on the Range" -- the state song of Kansas. I think it was to spite me, but I can't be sure. 3:06pm - From the piano, I saw a gorgeous girl with her mom (I'm guessing). I figured maybe it was the alcohol in my system, but the Bald One also proved to be tongue-tied when talking with her after I managed to get my picture taken with these two lovely ladies. (Daughter is from right here in N'awlins, and mom is from Junction City, Kansas.... Kansas, my oldest nemesis.) Sadly, they left before the boy could figure out how to speak to the girl and not sound like a blithering idiot, so short of her contacting one of us (she did get a FrankPen), it could very well be one of those lost moments in time...) 3:26pm - Imagine our surprise to look up and find Aunt Julia dancing with Mike (whom she, and we, met while she was out there dancing). 5:21pm - We departed the piano bar at Pat O'Briens and ended up in the Tropical Isle, where Aunt Julia's dance buddy (Mike) and the small group he was with had settled down. Apparently this is the place to get a Hand Grenade condom, although what that would involve or look like, I'll never know. 6:49pm - We wandered from
the Tropical Isle* to Arnaud's for
dinner, and as we're walking in, Tubby asks if this establishment had
a dress code. (You see, he was wearing his most happenin' Spongebob
t-shirt and denim shorts -- fine for Bourbon Street, less so for a nice
restaurant.) We were seated in the jazz area, which was "most
casual". It's a nice way of covering our failure to plan, eh?
8:32pm - The decision was made to return to the hotel for either rest, retiring for the evening, or to await a shuttle back to Bourbon Street to wander. (Tubby seems to want to wander, and with Southern Decadence going on, I'm sure it will be an enchanted evening.) 10:47pm - It seems the sedentary nature of not doing a dang thing for two hours have tuckered out the Tubby One, and we're not going out after all... it seems the only excursion we will enjoy tonight is one to the pillow. Alas. |
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