New Orleans

So this past weekend, Berto and I were supposed to go to Birmingham, AL and Nashville, TN for a friend's 30th birthday celebration weekend. We both took half days on Friday to catch an early flight. By the time we parked our car, check in, get through security, and get to our gate, our flight's departure time changed. So we went to get something to eat. While eating our flight time changed again. When we got back to our gate we noticed that it was pouring down raining to the point that where you couldn't really see. Needless to say our flight was cancelled. And needless to say we were two very unhappy people since they couldn't put us on another flight until Sunday. So since we couldn't fly and AL/TN was too far to drive for such a quick trip (returning on Monday), we decided to go to New Orleans, LA. When we got to NO on Saturday we checked into our hotel, valet parked our car, and started our walk. Walking along the pier what did we come to??? One of those bungy-trampoline-jumpy thingies. My husband suggested that we give it a whirl. - Now let me say that I tried this once before when my nephew came to visit a couple of summers ago and it did not turn out to pretty for me. - So he paid for both of us and I allowed him to go first.

Most of you know that I am vertically challenged and so this was not going to be all that easy for me since I couldn't really jump without help. One of the workers had to pull me and then let me go so that I could gain momentum. I like to think that I am not afraid of heights but then this reminded me that I probably have a small fear. They also wanted me to flip which scared the mess out of me and made my heart race about 1000x/minute.

My legs were shaking for about 5 minutes after we walked away from that contraption. I am glad I did it, to redeem myself from before, but I have NO plans on doing it again. The next day we went to breakfast and got on the trolley (my husband likes to ride public transportation), and rode to the end of the line in the garden district.

Later that evening we went to eat and then walked the French Quarter. Bourbon Street in the evening is ALWAYS entertaining no matter what time of year. We saw some very interesting things and people. We stopped for some gelato and was sitting outside the cafe watching a parade ride around the Quarter. I heard the Wobble before it even got close. I can't hear that song without going into a full out dance... and that is EXACTLY what I did. I walked -more like jogged- to the end of the sidewalk and proceeded to dance. A black couple was walking in my direction nodding their heads; the lady looked like all she needed was permission to start dancing and seeing me was just that. Next thing I know, I turn around and there's a guy dancing with us. He dances for a while and walks off but then a bunch of people come walking down the street and start dancing with us. At the end of the song and ran back to Berto too excited that I heard my song AND started a dance line in the middle of the sidewalk. Since New Orleans is where my sweetie proposed (Dec 2010), I will always have fun memories when I think about it. This weekend will be added to list, along with my sister's 26th birthday (Nov 2010). I am still really disappointed that we didn't get to make our trip to AL/TN, but I am glad that we did get to go somewhere. I love it ba-be!!! *In my best NO accent.*