No matter what all happens on this trip, I knew when I ate lunch right outside of Baton Rouge that it couldn't get better. I love Arby's with all of my being. I got a sandwich, cheese sticks, and what did they have?!!?!?!? Diet Mtn Dew on tap.
Er. Mehr. Gerd.
I had 3 glasses......
I didn't warn him of the Atchafalaya Basin bridge.
All 18 miles of it.
These ^^^^last two aren't mine. Obvi.
I didn't warn him of Lake Pontchartrain either.
He handled it well. The exact words were "What the seven realms of hell is this?"
After Googling, I discovered that Lake Pontchartrain is the second largest salt water lake in the U.S. and the Causeway is The World's Longest Bridge Over Water.
We we on the Bonnet Carré Spillway bridge. One day I will get the nerve to cross the Causeway.
With minimal yelling, we made it to the hotel.
The rest of the night was snacks, Harry Potter, Tusk, and people watching in the parking lot.
Do not, I repeat NOT, watch Tusk.
What IMDB doesn't tell you in the movie description is, Justin Long gets kidnapped by an old crazy man that wants to turn him into a walrus. He cuts off his legs, implants tusks on his face, and makes him wear a suit of human skin to look and act like a walrus.
I will spare you the pictures.
Loved, loved the Audubon Zoo!! <<<blog
My plan was after the Zoo, go back to the hotel, put on shoes that didn't feel like death, re-ponytail my hair, and go explore the Garden District and then head to the French Quarter.
You know what I did?
I slept for almost 3 hours.
When I woke up from possibly the greatest nap ever, it was raining, but I was still determined to go out like a normal person and explore all that is New Orleans.
Fifteen minutes after walking, the skies opened and I was trapped in the rain.
A man after my own heart.
Walking through the Garden District carrying a case of Dt. Dew
My dinner date at Superior Grill MAY or may not have spilled salsa all over their shirt...
The rest of the night I took advantage of the WiFi and watched, well, pretty much everything.
I had a major brain fart the two nights I slept there. I would wake up sweating with my heart racing because I was so hot. I would also wake up with my muscles aching because it was so cold.
It finally dawned on me at 6am the morning I left that if I would have covered up with the sheet, and not the 22lb duvet, I wouldn't have been hot, therefore causing me to kick it off, thus left to freeze.
I don't brain sometimes.
So I wake up on the last day determined I am going to the French Quarter. Who goes to The Big Easy and doesn't visit Jackson Square?
I would also like to note that while I packed my entire bathroom.....
...I under packed clothes. I was a shirt short and had to wear the long sleeve shirt I wore on the way down. I did technically have an extra shirt, but 27 seconds after I put it on and took one bite of my Greek salad, the oil went everywhere.
So I had to iron my own shirt (My mom wasn't there....), check out of the hotel, and head towards the French Quarter.
There was cursing. Now I am not saying that Scott was trying to kill us...but yeah.
Once we reached our destination somewhat, I discovered that pretty much everywhere was under construction. Roads were shut down, Bourbon Street was a no-go, and there was a blanket of dust hanging over everything. One street was completely dug up and the sidewalks were closed.
Next time I will do research first.
We found a place to park, paid the 2-hour fee and I set off. To where, I had no clue. I didn't know where we were, and I had no idea where I was going.
The long sleeve shirt with a tank top underneath was a horrible situation.
I wandered until I saw the heavens....
Honestly this is the only reason that I wanted to go back. I went inside.
I felt like they knew I wasn't Catholic and just a mere sightseer. I am going back, and I will explore this more.
I walked around Jackson Square Park..
I gazed upon the Mississippi.
I spent the majority of out allotted time in the souvenir shops. Cafe Du Monde was beyond packed so getting a beignet was out of the question, and we really didn't have time to sit down and eat lunch anywhere.
Back to the car.
One may assume that finding I-10 would be a piece of cake.
My view for at least 45 minutes.
And finally......sweet baby.
The rest is history.
It wasn't the most glamorous trip in some people's eyes, but for me, the introvert, I had a good time. I am still limping pretty bad from sore calf muscles.
We didn't fight too much and even though my Hotel Cloud-9 bedding slept like a rain cloud, I am glad I went, and I am already planning another trip to do all the things that we said we were going to do on this trip.
Not to mention, he found out that there are 3 Krystal's in the area that we stayed.
I could have made this post a lot shorter by posting these two pics.
His bed.......my bed.
I enjoy sports, binge watching TV, food, reading, and slightly bearded men.