You can never have enough to read on an hour flight.
Sometimes it’s nice to stay home and take your vacation there. And it’s even nicer when you get to stay and call the Monteleone your home for the weekend.
My mom came in for a short visit; she might have stayed back in Texas had she known all the non-stop fun we were going to have.
As soon as she landed, I took her to see the house we just finished remodeling. She “oohhhed” and “aahhed” and that was the only productive thing we did all weekend. After that we checked in and the weekend became a blur of cocktails and restaurants.
We twirled around the Carousel Bar, had Gin Fizzes at the Sazerac (I actually had two because my mom did not care for hers), oysters at Cafe Amelie and Pimms at The Columns.
We wandered the French Quarter, stopped in Lafitte’s (the oldest bar in America, not to mention where someone is now the proud new owner of my credit card), went to the open air French Market along with more general touristy shenanigans.
And in the end as much as I hated to see her go, my liver needed a much deserved break and I was ready to get out of the French Quarter.
A little bit of that place goes a looong way.
As much as I love traveling, I really like sleeping in my own bed. And it’s finally time to stop adding a mimosa to my breakfast order everyday.
And I brought back the obligatory souvenirs (t-shirts, coffee and the obvious cutting board shaped like a pineapple) but wanted something unique.
Like potato chip chocobars and a hand carved wooden tiki god bottle opener.
What more could someone need?
The best way to put a damper on your vacation is to battle royale with American Airlines at 7am.
But I am stronger than I look, I will not be defeated by American.
So as much as I love sitting in the middle seat for 8 hours, as we all would, I finally haggled my way into an aisle seat. It only cost me my first born but I guess the lucky (or unlucky) person who gets my old seat gets to keep all their kids.
So what does one do after a stressful morning of arguing and coffee?
I don’t know about other people but I’m going to the pool.
I’m not quite sure how, but after 8 days of being here, on a beach, I still have no tan. I’ll try and remedy that at the pool this afternoon. With a Mai Tai.
With two Mai Tais.
I’m sure the best place to watch a sunset is on the beach. But to me, the best place to watch the sunset was the Four Seasons with a cocktail(s).
Ordered booberrie mojitos (which I need to learn how to make at home); they were amazing. For some reason, proper mojito making skills have always eluded me.
Mine always taste like a glass of rum (good thing?).
And got there just in time for the sunset.
Thank goodness. With all my booberrie mojitos, I was pretty sure I was going to miss it.
To me, palm trees are like mountains. You see one, you’ve seen them all.
But a retro bikini? Now that, I get.
It seems green juice is universal.
Normally I start my day with green juice. But that’s Louisiana and this is Hawaii. So I’ll normally start my day with a mimosa (“no orange juice please”) and if I ‘accidentally’ had a glass (or two) too much of wine the night before (a common mistake around here), a chocochip waffle.
“Do you want that gluten-free?”
“It’s a chocolate chip waffle. Honestly, at this point just leave the gluten in there.”
Green juice and gluten free chocochip waffles. What is the world coming to.
Where is my mimosa (no orange juice please)?
I’ve been lost for what seems two days now.
But it’s nice being lost within all the flowers.
And here I thought southern Louisiana was lush. Although it seems slightly ridiculous to compare Louisiana to a tropical island. The only thing they really have in common is humidity and a large tourist community.
Orchids must not cost as much here as they do at home.