New Orleans was amazing. I was prepared to like it, I was not expecting to now count it among places that I would live. I spent three nights in this battered phoenix city; it is truly rising from the ashes (or river sludge, as it were).
in the By-Water district wedged between the infamous Frenchman’s St and the 9th Ward where Hurricane Katrina took the largest toll.
Heather opened the door and let us into more than just her home. The house has the kind of community of roommates and friends that come and linger often. It is a very welcoming place to be.
And best of all Rob and I got to sleep in the recently built loft, looking out over the living room, with the tall Christmas tree still glowing, and the kitchen.
The house was a great refuge affording us a couple friendly nights of domicile. The first filled with conversation, shared food and The Avengers (classic TV show).
The second night filled with a game night beginning with Boggle and the Big Lebowski, continuing with “Nouns in a Bag” introduced to the fray by Rob and potentially ill-advised “White Russians” thanks to “the Dude”.
Rob and I went to a delicious breakfast at Surrey’s Juice Bar, I sat in the same seat Matthew McConaughey sat in when he ate there. Really, here’s the picture to prove it… you might need a magnifying glass.
Going for a drive through the Garden District to check out the architecture, I drove though an intersection, looked to my right and saw a couple walking. Of that couple I recognized the woman as Mikey Glasser, a girl I went to Tanglewood 4-H camp with for 8 years. There was no question in my mind that it was her. I stopped the car (thank god for light traffic), opened my door and yelled her name. Sure enough, she looked around. After much amazement at the coincidence of it all I invited Mikey and her boyfriend Steven over for game night.

Then checking into India House Hostel where we would spend the night (another hostel for Seren to ogle).
before a brief nap and out on the town to get a taste of the New Orleans nightlife/music scene which we had thus far missed. Took the trolley down to the French Quarter, meandered along Bourbon St. without stopping, just people watching was enough, walked the mile or so over to Frenchman’s St in search of good music and beer.

What they lacked in talent they made up for with enthusiasm. We tried a NOLA ale to wash down the tunes and both ended up to be pleasant though not earth shaking.

Rolling into bed with Rob at 3am, I was very grateful to be there but I wouldn’t have traded that day of adventuring for anything.
"New Orleans was amazing. I was prepared to like it, I was not expecting to now count it among places that I would live."
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