Being in The Big Easy was hard, mainly because we were all sick. Also, a certain mother behaved badly. Enough said–I don’t want to rant about that (I’m still sick and I don’t want to get sicker by writing for hours).
My mother and step-father used to have a time-share in New Orleans, so that was our family vacation destination when I was a child. I’ve returned only a few times as an adult and each time, the place loses a bit of magic for me.
Why was it better before?
Lucky Dogs were a dollar instead of 5.25 (and New Orleans was the only place I could have hot dogs before).
I hadn’t been any place else (now I’ve been to two whole other countries and found cities I love more.
Growing up hasn’t made me like Bourbon Street any more. It still smells bad & is full of annoying drunk people.
As I have my own income now, being in New Orleans isn’t the only place where I can have a little bit of money to spend at a place like the French Market.
Don’t get me wrong–New Orleans still has its charms–I love being covered in powdered sugar at the Cafe Du Monde and listening to Jazz and Blues. I like that the people are friendly for the most part and I generally like the food.
I’m just glad that, unlike when I was a child, this city isn’t the only vacation spot available to me.
It’s more fun when you’re lightly blitzed and getting pummeled with beads.