The Man and I spent a good amount of alone time on the trip. For dinner last night (my birthday), the guys in The Band helped me celebrate over pasta and cheesecake (mine came with a candle) at Adolfo's, the smallest Italian restaurant I have seen in my life. The kitchen was smaller than mine at home, and their refrigerator was the same size. No industrial restaurant fridge for them! And the soda was flat. The waiter was very brusque, but the food was awesome. So it was worth it.
We saw the outskirts of the Louis Armstrong Park, including Congo Square, which was a huge deal to both of us, especially The Man, being a musician and all, heavily into jazz, who teaches a music history course. We walked around the French Quarters, drove through the Garden District, saw the SuperDome from the car, and found ourselves in the New Orleans version of what we in Baltimore call The Block. A strip in the city that has a gay end and a porn end. I felt totally comfortable walking through both sections, but TB was visibly uncomfortable and sped through it.
We saw the place where they store the Mardi Gras floats (check back later, I'll post pics of all these things) and walked along the Mississippi River. We saw the Napoleon House and boats with satellite dishes. We ate real New Orleans cuisine.
And now I'm ready to go home.
Too bad I'm STUCK here at the Louis Armstrong Airport in LA, and have been since 4:30am. Right now it's 11:17 here. We got bumped off the first flight, then bumped off the replacement. We were put on standby for a 10:40 flight, which didn't work out, and now we're waiting for a noon flight. Which will put us in Baltimore at 6pm. We should have been home by 11am.
At least we got some vouchers for great airport food, which we're heading out to get now. Hopefully I will get home today....or at some point in this lifetime....
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