Yesterday, I flew out from Miami to New Orleans. This would have been ok, but I went with my family, which means I suffer through the idiocy of my mother's husband, and the presence of his son [14 year old boys are not my first choice of company]. ( She's had wonderful choices, her first one gave her STDs, the second one ( my father) tried to kill them both, and this one has brain damage )
So, problem one. He runs off, out of the concourse, with our boarding passes right before they start boarding the flight. We are, to be exact, the last people to get on the airplane.
Point two: There is a squalling baby on the entire flight, and there is no where to go to get away from it. I try listening to music, and I can still hear the thing over anything I put on.
Three: I was playing solitaire with my deck of SG playing cards, and the flight attendants knocked them over off of my tray table, and I'm missing five or six of the cards now.
Ok, so we land in NO and we're about to get in a cab and head out to the hotel, well, the resident idiot decides to put his jacket on. Problem? He forgets where he packed it and decides to blame it on the baggage handlers, claiming that they stole it. Solution? I opened the pocket on the inside of the suitcase and there it is.
So. Hotel. We're staying at the Chateau Sonesta. It's actually quite the nice place, and the room that we ( I'm expected to share a room with the fourteen year old. ) are in is actually quite nice. S'huge, as far as hotel rooms go, and it actually opens out onto the pool area ( which might have been even more interesting if it weren't so cold. ).
I figure that everything is fine, once we've checked in and gotten settled and all that. Now, I know that I couldn't have been more wrong.
We went to dinner at this little place right by Jackson Square. Being here, I expect to be a little bit cold when I go out, I'm from South Florida, you can't expect me to be used to cold weather. Well, I would have been fine, if there hadn't been this little mishap at dinner..
It wasn't that we were expecting wonderful service, after all, it was Christmas Day, but I never expected to get a tray of drinks dumped on me. [ A water and three cokes ] Needless to say, my coat, the only one I own, and therefore, the only one I have with me, is soaked. My shirt is soaked. My skirt, my stockings, my scarf, my bag. Somehow, my socks and boots both manage to come out unscathed.
I was going to try and stay for the whole meal, because I didn't have a key to the hotel room, and I was going to have to take a taxi back. My mother seemed to be, perhaps, the most pissed off out of all of us. I'm just a little miffed, because my only coat is wet, but she's enraged, because the restaurant management offered me paper towels to dry off my coat and didn't offer to pay to have it cleaned. Her husband seemed completely unconcerned, and his son happens to be in that phase where he doesn't show any measure of emotion at all. Well, the idiot finally gets upset when his dinner is cold. So,he tries to talk to the manager, who simply goes on and on that he doesn't eat pork, as the man complains about sausage being cold. I'm actually trying to have a good time, because this scene is at least funny. And, then the tempers flare and we wind up walking out. And of story. End of evening.
I'm hoping that today will be a better day, and I'm considering escaping to go and get another tattoo. Or, maybe a piercing. I'm undecided, but I want to make the most of my time while the sun is still up.
Love for all.
So, problem one. He runs off, out of the concourse, with our boarding passes right before they start boarding the flight. We are, to be exact, the last people to get on the airplane.
Point two: There is a squalling baby on the entire flight, and there is no where to go to get away from it. I try listening to music, and I can still hear the thing over anything I put on.
Three: I was playing solitaire with my deck of SG playing cards, and the flight attendants knocked them over off of my tray table, and I'm missing five or six of the cards now.
Ok, so we land in NO and we're about to get in a cab and head out to the hotel, well, the resident idiot decides to put his jacket on. Problem? He forgets where he packed it and decides to blame it on the baggage handlers, claiming that they stole it. Solution? I opened the pocket on the inside of the suitcase and there it is.
So. Hotel. We're staying at the Chateau Sonesta. It's actually quite the nice place, and the room that we ( I'm expected to share a room with the fourteen year old. ) are in is actually quite nice. S'huge, as far as hotel rooms go, and it actually opens out onto the pool area ( which might have been even more interesting if it weren't so cold. ).
I figure that everything is fine, once we've checked in and gotten settled and all that. Now, I know that I couldn't have been more wrong.
We went to dinner at this little place right by Jackson Square. Being here, I expect to be a little bit cold when I go out, I'm from South Florida, you can't expect me to be used to cold weather. Well, I would have been fine, if there hadn't been this little mishap at dinner..
It wasn't that we were expecting wonderful service, after all, it was Christmas Day, but I never expected to get a tray of drinks dumped on me. [ A water and three cokes ] Needless to say, my coat, the only one I own, and therefore, the only one I have with me, is soaked. My shirt is soaked. My skirt, my stockings, my scarf, my bag. Somehow, my socks and boots both manage to come out unscathed.
I was going to try and stay for the whole meal, because I didn't have a key to the hotel room, and I was going to have to take a taxi back. My mother seemed to be, perhaps, the most pissed off out of all of us. I'm just a little miffed, because my only coat is wet, but she's enraged, because the restaurant management offered me paper towels to dry off my coat and didn't offer to pay to have it cleaned. Her husband seemed completely unconcerned, and his son happens to be in that phase where he doesn't show any measure of emotion at all. Well, the idiot finally gets upset when his dinner is cold. So,he tries to talk to the manager, who simply goes on and on that he doesn't eat pork, as the man complains about sausage being cold. I'm actually trying to have a good time, because this scene is at least funny. And, then the tempers flare and we wind up walking out. And of story. End of evening.
I'm hoping that today will be a better day, and I'm considering escaping to go and get another tattoo. Or, maybe a piercing. I'm undecided, but I want to make the most of my time while the sun is still up.
Love for all.
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In Saint Louis Cemetary I, in the north central part of the city is one of the most famous tombs of a Voodo Priestess, Marie LaVeau.
It's rumored that during St. John's day she roams the cemetery with a ghastly companion, and she does this supposedly naked.
It's also rumored, there's always a black crow and a dog that roam the cemetery near her grave site.
You also should hit up:
Old St. Peters Cemetary off of Jackson Square.
Spirits are abound, from the pirates who used it alleys to sell their wares to executions of theives, this area has alot of haunted sites. They say 6 were executed for crimes against the Spanish and were left to rot with no burial for about a week , until a people of the city took the bodies off the street during a violent storm. They say during the Evening you can hear a priest singing, just a voice, no apparition.Important note: all the bodies of the cemetary have been moved, due to flood conditions that unearth the coffins. They say the walls of the Cathedral still have bodies inside them. Crypts from as early as the 1700's are still located inside the struture.