More on that in a second. Let's rewind and start from the beginning, shall we?
Beth and I booked this New Orleans trip back in June when Southwest Airlines had their 40 year Anniversary flight sale. Prior to ever meeting IRL. Totally normal, right? I think so.
My flight arrived in New Orleans a few hours before hers did, so what's a girl to do? Post up at the airport bar outside her terminal with a new friend I met on the plane, duh. Bloody Mary anyone?
When Beth arrived, I was feeling a little toasty, which is what happens when you spend a few hours at the airport bar with your new friend who offered to buy your drinks. Oh and it doesn't help when you forget that the only thing you had in your belly all day was a Starbucks Vanilla Latte at 7:30 a.m.
|Reunited and feels so good!|
We decided to grab an early dinner at Acme Oyster House first, and it's a good thing we went early because the rest of the weekend the line outside of it looked like this:
|The food was deelish. Go here if you ever are in NOLA.|
|Get down on it.|
|A marg for my lady?|
If you follow me on Twitter, I'm sure you've already had the pleasure of seeing this yumminess.
Yep. I twisted my ankle on Bourbon.
Let this be a lesson ladies. Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT wear 4 inch wedges on Bourbon Street. No matter how cute you wanna look, I promise you it's not worth it and a trip to New Orleans Urgent Care may get added to your itinerary like it did ours:
Not exactly how we planned spending our Friday in New Orleans. Beth was a trooper and dealt with me hobbling all around the city. Everywhere I went people just looked at me, shook there heads and said, "That sucks." Yes, I know it sucks you idiots.
Friday we had dinner at this joint called Felix's Restaurant & Oyster Bar before hitting the bars. I had a shrimp poboy with a side of jambalaya, which I was less than impressed with:
|The food wasn't bad, it just wasn't anything to write home about.|
Friday night the streets were filled with Florida college kids in town for the LSU/Florida game, and for the first time in my life, I felt like a cougar.
We had a fabulous time in New Orleans (who dat?) despite me being disabled and we can't wait to book our next trip. We seriously laughed the entire hour or so we waited at the airport for our flights to leave reminiscing about all the freaks and shenans we encountered.
Our question now is, what city will meet our acquaintance next? My only stipulation is that this time, I do not have to be rolled home in a wheelchair. K?