So the day of the move I was up and ready to go! The movers should arrive between 8 and 10, I got a phone call around 9:30 that they were lost - I know the streets of Atlanta and was not surprised at all. I went to pick them up, as I thought it would be quickest. They arrived and the estimate was three hours...six and a half hours later they were packed up. They missed five cabinets. I threw two cabinets worth of stuff in a back and put it in the back seat. We waited for two of the cabinets of pots and pans to be packed up. Oh yes, I said five were forgotten and four were finally accounted for. I guess my $10 worth of make up will need to be restocked in New Mexico.
New Orleans is about a 6.5 hour drive, but it took us about 8. We got there and realized parking was $35. Instead we parked at Harrah's and my sister did 30 minutes of gambling in order to get free parking. In all reality, we spent $25 on parking but did get a free breakfast buffet out of it.
We walked around after parking the car. Many a people have told me not to walk around at night and this is what we were doing, no worries though! We stayed on the main streets and found a pizza place to eat at. Country music playing (fiddle, banjo and all) and we got a salad, wings, a beer and a hurricane. The wings were cooked in hot sauce and were a bit to handle but my sister enjoyed the burn and beer. I had been to New Orleans before and regretted not trying a hurricane so that was my goal this time and it was accomplished. Apparently when I drink (which is not often) I am the same Stacey with some layers pulled back and I find everything funny. It was a long night and we went to sleep after this.
We knew that the next day we would be driving for a minimum of 7.5 hours but decided to soak up New Orleans. We sat by the pool, walked around, took pictures and enjoyed crawfish and an alligator sausage po'boy. The whole time we were thinking about where to eat my sister was all about trying a po' boy but she kept talking about crawfish. I was not really hungry but figured I would get them and she would eat them. She was shocked when I told her that I had never had them whole before (just pre-shelled in food). It turns out that she had only had crawfish like this one other time...when she was six, at my uncles wedding - yea.
We sat and dined as a man walked up to another man and paid him $40 for the shirt off his back. Then the restaurant manager said he would have to leave if he did not have a shirt on. One of the females that the shirtless man was with had just bought a shirt and gave it to him to put on. It was long enough to cover his chest, but not his belly. His arms were too big and the sleeves only went to his elbows before they stopped and cut off his circulation. It was good times.
Our road trip continues.
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