I woke up in a funky mood after a weird/bad dream. I had a cesarean and realized the baby wasn’t with me and couldn’t nurse, then I could feel blood clots coming out of me. I tried to shake it off by cuddling with John. But on the way to coffee, traffic sucked, people were driving like idiots ignoring all rules of the road. Starbucks was crazy packed.
We drove to the French quarter for our last tour – a VooDoo free walking tour. We made it to the parking lot near Jackson Square before 10am for the discount day rate, but then I walked in dog shit on the way to the starting point. While waiting for the tour to start, John discovered his phone screen had cracked somehow. That sucked. Then during the tour I saw lice in Jane’s hair. That sucked.
We tried to enjoy the tour, which was fine. Then we walked in search of the St Charles Streetcar. We got on and rode and rode and rode. It lasted much longer than I expected. When we got home I was the lucky one to wash and comb Jane’s hair. Ugh.
Maybe it started with bingo being cancelled last night.We had looked forward to it. When we walked in, a waitress looked at us and said, “bingo’s canceled.” And that was that.
Our haunted French quarter tour on Wednesday was kinda disappointing with a strange, too-laid back kinda guy. He spit through every word, with eyes barely opened. I didn’t believe anything he said. We got 2/1 hurricanes with the tour. And each hurricane was $19.
We stayed in the French Quarter for dinner. Afterward we walked to Café Du Monde. Along the way a parade float went by and people threw beads to the kids. That was kinda cool. When we got to Cafe du Monde, the waitress asked if we were in the night before. That was funny.
Yesterday we drove outside New Orleans for a swamp tour in the Jean Lafitte National Park and Preserve’s Barataria Preserve. It was nice. We had the whole boat to ourselves. We saw a couple little alligators in the water and a couple movie sets and an otter. That was it. We ate lunch at a little restaurant recommended by our guide Brent, Fraziers Connection. It was good.
OK, if that wasn’t enough, tonight getting ready for bed, John helped Anne brush her teeth, and she peed all over the floor. She is 6. She was potty-trained before I even tried to potty train her. Is that coincidence?