Oh The Places I Go

Wow. So I started getting hate mail that is not just from the Pig Whore! I figured when my one loyal reader started getting tired of my shit that I should get it in gear. (Hi Granny Bitch.)

Truth is that when I'm not working hard for the money, I've been traveling extensively with the husband. We've had two graduations in as many weekends and while we were traveling for primarily familial obligations, we decided to try and do a little of kamikaze sightseeing while were at it.

Our adventure began with the graduation of my baby sister. The husband and I drove up to the University of Southern Mississippi to see her receive her bachelor's degree in nursing. No easy feat people! I am so proud of her.

Here she is with our nephew, the son of our middle sister. We call him the Catertot and we are pretty much in love with him:


Here's another one of our nephew:


He looks exactly like his mama, which is both a lovely and humbling experience for me because I remember how it felt and looked to hold my sister when she was a baby. I get such a similar feeling when I hold him – wonder, amazement and love. The only difference is my mother doesn't feel the need to say, "I swear to God you better not drop that baby!" every two seconds.

After graduation, the Aggie and I decided to drive down to New Orleans and spend a night in the French Quarter. We stayed in a really old, historic and swanky hotel called the Le Pavillion. It was Le Awesome, yall!

View from the front:



The fancy lobby:


Our room:


The best part of staying at the Le Pavillion was this little ritual they do every evening. At 10 p.m. they cart in gourmet peanut butter and jelly, fruit and hot chocolate to the lobby. Virtually everyone in the hotel shows up for this. And let me tell you – after drinking yourself silly on Bourbon Street, the joy this brings is equivalent to winning the lottery.

Other really cool things we did in the Big Easy included the following…

Cruising the French Quarter with Granny Bitch, Elle and the Aggie:



Drinking Hurricanes. One of us might have had too much at this point:



An amazing dinner at Brennan's:


Drinks at Jean Laffites Blacksmith Shop, the oldest building in New Orleans. Its six blocks from the usual Bourbon Street haunts and I think it is worth mentioning that I walked those entire six blocks without complaining once, while wearing a sundress and shoes that were not of the athletic nature.

Sign:

Here we are taking in the ambiance:


Façade:
Us in Jean Laffites after dark. There entire place is pretty much untouched by time. And considering it was built in the 1700s, that's saying a lot.

Then the morning we went to the National World War II Museum. Which is a blog within itself. More on that later.

So that's the first weekend in a nutshell. Coming soon will be two blogs on the ghosts of the places we visited in New Orleans for SAPS and Oh The Places I Go Part 2 -- The West Texas Ediion. Those are coming soon and with photos, I promise.