New Orleans - The Arrival

I stepped off the plane at approximately 2:35 pm. I looked around the airport sizing up those around me. I had received a bit of advice earlier in my life. "If you ever end up in New Orleans beat someone up and establish yourself with the other inmates." That was about New Orleans right?

Anyway, I went to the first person I saw and hit them over the head with my suitcase. A lot of people came running, and were yelling. I think they were impressed. I proceeded on to the shuttle, which took me to my hotel.

On the ride over it be came absolutely clear why I did not rent a car. I would still be sitting on the interstate, lying in the floorboard, crying, and unable to control my bladder or bowels. Once at the hotel I ran inside, checked in and rushed to my room.

My plan had been to remain their cowering until the next morning. But, I decided to venture outside. It was much like a very young puppy in a new environment. I slowly inched out of the front doors, then went back in, then inched out once more. The concierge was very nice and even stood there saying, "Come on! Come on! That's it. That's a good boy! Who's a good boy? Yeah you!

I walked down a block, then when I saw that all appeared to be OK I walked a little farther. Then I walked down several more blocks. I'm still not great at the whole crossing the street thing. I often come to an intersection where a car is stopped at a 4-way stop and, unsure of whether to walk in front of it or not, I change my direction all together and don't even cross the street. I circled the same block several times using this method.

All in all it was pretty uneventful. But I've still got three days left. (And I'm in room number 911.)