Happy New Year from the French Quarter. It was crowded and lovely and amazing. We watched the gumbo pot drop (or more specifically, we watched people watch the gumbo pot, we were a little too far back) and we had our midnight kiss. Beautiful.
After the drop we headed over to the Carrolton Station in Midtown to drink in a slightly less crowded environment and watch the world’s second worst cover band. We don’t know who the worst is, but…I have to believe they exist.

David and I at midnight. It’s hard for us to take pictures with one of us holding the camera, he’s so much taller than I am.

David and Marshall! For all the time I’ve spent hanging out with Marshall when I am down there and for all the time I’ve spent on the phone, I was surprised when I realized I had no picture of him (other than the lovely signed photo in my bedroom). Marshall got me a lovely ceramic pair of pigs that defy description. David’s bringing them up with him, I’ll post a picture when they arrive.
Every time I go to New Orleans I fall in love with it a little more. Couple more visits and I might marry the city! Next time, hopefully, the city will be in better condition.
Strangest thing I saw was a giant backhoe in the bayou near David’s parent’s house. Of course I forgot my camera so I have no picture of that or a picture of me in the bayou! Sad. If David has a chance he will try to get out there again to get some pictures.
Not much else to talk about, we didn’t do much in the way of touristy things. It’s funny how you can go on feeling like an adult in most things, but hang out on a twin bed with your boyfriend at his mom’s house and you feel like you’re 16 all over again. Later, Marshall came over and he hung out on the bed while David and I set up the Pictionary game and then I really felt like a teen. I wanted to sneak behind the house and drink a beer.
Okay, pictures posted, I’m off to crochet! Leter, peeps.

I leave at ungodly o’clock in the morning to get on my plane to New Orleans. David left yesterday evening and will pick me up at the airport. I joked that it’s the longest drive ever to pick someone up at an airport. I just got a call from his dad letting me know that David will be pulling in around 11pm tonight and all was well.
It’s funny how you get used to someone, get used to haing them around, to their sleep patterns, the way they bring you vitamins every night, the impromptu dance parties in the kitchen. He left yesterday evening and I missed him last night. I missed him today. I’ll see him tomorrow and I am happy about that.
I have trepidation about seeing New Orleans, seeing the damage and and whatnot. I’m hoping I can be helpful at David’s parents house. For all the damage they sustained, it sounds like they have gotten a lot done as well.
I’ll take lots of pictures of everything, the good and the bad. Internet access will likely be sketchy at best, if I get a chance I’ll post, but likely look forward to hearing from me in the new year!
Good luck my peeps, have a wonderful and prosperous new year!
(also, I will miss my dogs!)

I accept that this was somehow my fault, i’m sure it was.
When I booked my tickets to New Orleans I was super careful to get the flight back on the 1st. David was sitting there with me. I had 2 flight options on the 1st, leaving at 11am and leaving at 5pm. I know I picked the 5 pm because a) it was later in the day and i know we would be tired from the festivities the night before and b) it was a non-stop flight. I evven went through and picked my seats and picked only one seat on my flight back. I went to confirm my flights and they magically changed the return flight from the 1st to the second and from the 5pm to the 11am.
dammit dammit dammit. I had to call my dog sitter in a blazing panic to see if she could stay on another day. She’s not my regular dog sitter, and let me tell you, it is very hard to find a dog sitter over the holidays at the last minute. I can board ghengis, but maddie was treated rather roughly by her previous owners and now she has some separation anxiety issues, she ate her way through a metal kennel once, cutting her face all up. I keep the kennel to show to people.
grrr I was also counting on being home all day on the 2nd to relax and get things in order before I had to go back to work on the 3rd.