Vacation 08 - Take Deux - And Trois
After I spent pretty much the entire afternoon milking the last vacation for another post, Blogger went haywire and all was lost. Well, not all. Blogger turned me on to a little recovery trick.. which recovered 1/4 of the post. Woohoo. (They should be stabbed for this.)
So, instead of a super long post, complete with photos and witty commentary, you just get photos with much lighter commentary (unless it's one of me in a compromising position and I feel like I should explain a whole bunch, anyhow.) because I have a hot date with Mister Bubble and Malibu rum. Heh.
If that last line doesn't drum up the hits, nothing will.
Trying one more time..
Since I have lots of work to do today, the sun is out and it's Saturday, I decided there was no better time-
To sit indoors and blog! (I should be stabbed for that.)
I did promise to share more vacation photos, and haven't shared any at all from the New Orleans trip, so here we are. (Maybe.)
I'd never been to New Orleans and while it might not have been my first vacation choice, we did have lots of fun (plus the liberal in my life offered to cover travel expenses and accommodations if we'd go, and not only can you not beat that, it's an anomaly).
Yeah, baby! (Okay, I'm feeling much happier again, that did rock.)
I wasn't sure exactly what to expect, but it was something along the lines of "All Mardi Gras, All the Time" involving lots of drunken and even some naked people. I was wrong. (That didn't begin until 7pm each evening and ran all night long.)
It was a very interesting vacation, to say the least, but New Orleans does offer some of the best food one could hope for and I'm officially a fan of Blue Moon and even dabbled in a Hand grenade (or two). (I'd be feeling even better if a had one, or two, of those right now.)
(I don't know why I'm providing commentary to my commentary, but I'm telling me it's cured by drink). Oo
Photos- A shot of the street from the balcony of a restaurant, and our pretty room at the Ambassador, before we cluttered it all up.
One of the hotel halls, which were all designed like a mad rat maze. I guess the uber-teen photographed it so I wouldn't forget the story because I'm just that old. ;) Anyhow, I bumped into a young man in that hall who was searching for a room number (his room) which didn't appear to exist. As I was searching for the uber-teen (who was hanging out by the snack machines, talking on her cell with friends), we agreed to help one another and kept getting lost and bumping into one another again and again during the search. The uber-teen finally appeared, all freaked out "because some strange and creepy dude was wondering the halls, saying her name and looking for a room that didn't exist". haha Speaking of creepy, the second was taken from outside a shop window.
I found this display in the window of the "Trashy Diva" to be pretty ironic considering all of the promises to "land and keep that man via trashy corsets and lingerie". Maybe this is plan B.
The following was a charity event which involved the donning of little red dresses (and free beer). The other was an art event which involved, um,..art, I think (and free Vodka shots).