N’awlins!
Feb 15th, 2007 by Edward Pollard
So hot on the heels of my Vancouver adventure (fully funded by work) we are on a family vacation to The Big Easy. Not just my wife, but most of my inlaws and some of their family as well. We departed yesterday and as you can see we don’t pack lightly.
Note the princess decor of my 11 year old daughter. She lives with her mom, so her room doubles as a luggage staging area.
We flew through Houston, Texas, so now I can say I’ve officially been to Texas, the place where dildos are illegal. Awesome. No photos of that though, its just another god damned airport.
So we are here now, and waiting for the inlaws to arrive. Here is what it looks like from the 24th floor of the Hilton New Orleans Riverside.
That there is the Mississippi, the river with the oddest name that <i>everyone everywhere can spell perfectly every time</i>. I don’t know why the public school systems are so fond of the alliterative capacities of its name, but at least I didn’t need to Wikipedia it to get it right. Bonus.
Nothing much to report yet despite it being the middle of Mardi Gras. We got in at 11 and promptly had no end of trouble finding a place to eat. The all-day dining restaurant in the hotel was closed, which makes one question their definition of all-day. It was the remains of Valentines Day when we got back from the casino where we “enjoyed” thoroughly average sandwiches that cost too much so we proceeded to enjoy the merits of a king sized bed. I’m not going to blog about that.
We’ve got 2 days of tours lined up. First is a tour of Hurricane Katrina damage. Yes, pretentious tourists busing through the Ninth Ward. I wonder if I should get some singles to throw out the window to ease my guilt. I hope the tour company gives the locals a cut of the proceeds but I bet they don’t.