I'm hoping he will teach her what he's learned so she doesn't miss out.
The flight to New Orleans was uneventful accept for the 1.5 hour wait in the cold to get through security. Apparently the New Haven airport is building its flight pool without matching its property or capacity to deal with the crowds. I still made my flight, and it was a great 3-hour sleep, as I was up on and off the night before in anticipation that another flight would be canceled. The winds in Connecticut were something else.
On the flight, I met a couple who were going to the Sugar Bowl, who told me that tickets were real cheap because of the terrorist attack. I texted Chitunga, and by the time I landed he had tickets. And they were great seats. And the game was awesome, with the Notre Dame upset over University of Georgia.
We went to Bourbon House, which was decent, although their first attempt with my shrimp, grits, shrooms, and sausage came out cold. It was delicious, so the second bowl, they made fresh and actually heated was brilliant. Chitunga got catfish, so I definitely made the better selection.
As for the bourbon on Bourbon Street, well, that was rough after drinking beers at the game. It was also hard to walk by the spot where the attack happened on New Year's Night. We didn't meant to get to that location, but it was on the way to the restaurant. The police presence was everywhere, and the flowers, crosses, and candles have already been lit. I suppose the rubber necking and crowds come with such territory.
By the time night came around, I really needed to sleep. The 5 a.m. wake up call, switch to Central time, and stimulation of the day wiped me out.
Here's to day 2: museums, more French quarters, and an NBA basketball game at night.
