Having grown up going to Mexico and spending lots of time on fishing boats I thought I was prepared for "cruising," but the reality is I had no idea!
Here is Charley on Bourbon Street, at the start of our vacation and the look on his face says it all...we were so innocent!
Hit New Orleans around two thirty and had to wait for the welcome cocktail party at 6:00 pm...so what were we to do but walk Bourbon Street? Right?
Would you have not done the same thing?
The night before we only got two hours of sleep because it was hard work packing up seven people to be gone for ten days and then our six year old had to be convinced that he was not being moved to a new home. (He still has not really bought into the whole concept of being adopted, even though he has mastered the spelling of his new last name.) Anyway, so with that small amount of sleep and a long flight half way across this great nation we landed in party central. We are babes in the Lions Den. Helpless Babes.
Did you know that on Bourbon street the food is BAD? Not edible really. Would not feed it to Jeniva, Big Dog. But when you order a drink they top it off with a shot.
Really.
Generally Charley and I do not drink, not even wine anymore because we just have too much going on and it makes it hard to chase children. Plus all my MS medicines say that I should not drink and having MS sometimes makes me feel and sound drunk. Thus, those Innocent little candy named drinks and shots were A. L.O.T.
We had two drinks and two shots before four.
At this point we are not even officially on the cruise portion of our trip as it was Saturday before last and the boat did not sail (why do they say that? those boats DO NOT sail...they are floating cities on the water) until the ninth and we were just a few hours into vacation and pretty much sloshed. Sad.
Funniest part of the story? Here I am, strolling down Bourbon Street, listening to my early birthday present that I have filled with 500 of the best worship songs I could find, DRUNK. Singing out loud about God like a drunk Irish Girl. Came home with 48 beads but showed no one nothing. I swear.
The picture of the two of us is a self portrait the following morning right before we got on the ship
More to come...Cruises are F.A.B.U.L.O.U.S. !!
Hey Sweetie, a lot of your photographs have an x. Mind uploading those shots again for us to see?
ReplyDeleteIt looks like you and Charley had a fantastic time! I'm so excited for you.
Love,
Mom
Sounds like a marvelous vacation... But what sucks is that half your pix won't load.
ReplyDeleteTry shrinking the files a little before uploading???
...and I can just picture this drunk Christian woman collecting beads on Bourbon Street.... LOL!
Welcome Home! I notice that Charlie had beads also!!!
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Hi, I apologize for the 'form' letter but it is the easiest way to pass word most quickly.
ReplyDeleteI am thrilled with the response to the MS Blogger project started at my blog, Brass and Ivory. I appreciate all those who took time to post about it on their blogs. I have discovered even more bloggers who have MS, whether they blog about the MS or not. A new listing is available at MS Blogger Community Project Revised.
Secondly, I'm looking for submissions for next week's Carnival of MS Bloggers. Information can be found at the end of each issue archived at Carnival of MS Bloggers. What I'm looking for this week are posts related to creativity. I discovered so many new bloggers who quilt, or knit, or crochet, or write, or photograph, etc. Basically, what do you do to express yourself?
Thank you so much for participating.
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P.S. I also apologize for any increased 'spamming' of blog comments due to my growing linklist of bloggers with MS. For that I am sincerely sorry.
I love it...singing outloud the best of your music drunk or not! Drunk is better...you are more apt to reach out for notes on the top and lower ends...
ReplyDeleteWelcome home. Some pictures didn't load kiddo.
Hugs TJ