New Orleans, Louisianna
As some of you may know, I recently went on a trip to the fabulous New Orleans. I was previously very worried about this trip because, well, because my dad is not the easiest person to vacation with. That still reigns true. I was also worried because my tentative step mother and her youngest son were going. She also, is not the easiest person to get along with. Not only them, but a man my father went to high school with, his sons and a friend, his girlfriend, her son, her best friend, the best friend's son, and of course, I took a friend because my father doesn't like to entertain me. This is an assload of people that don't know each other very well spending the weekend in New Orleans. SCARED. It really wasn't bad. LZ and I spent most of the evenings with AH, LH, and JG who were approxamently our age. There's also some clause in New Orleans where if your parents buy it, you can drink it. So I was strugglin' early Friday. We wondered up and down Bourbon Street, which was fun. Saturday, LZ and I slept 'till like 11:30 and then we got lost in New Orleans, and wondered aimlessly until we found....a mall. Aaaahhh....like a safe haven. They even sell booze in the mall. We wondered back to the hotel. Got in the pool, showered, went out to dinner with my dad and the step-mom figure. Hung out with AH, LH, and JG again. Man, those boys drink. It was cool though. Saturday night, we wondered up and down Bourbon Street again. AH provided the booze where they'd card us, which wasn't many places. I'm ok with any city where people can stand out on a street corner, sell shots of jager, and not card anyone. There were 2 minor crisis' while on vacation.
1. Someone left a dog at our house, who proceeded to run away and is now currently statused as M.I.A. If anyone sees a cute little black dog running around Jax County, please, I beg of you let me know.
2. My flat iron disappeared. I'm not even accusing anyone of stealing it. I think one of the maids took it up in the farkin' bed sheets. That's strike 2 on the overly expensive flat irons for me.
In other aspects, I still hate my job. Wednesday I'm set to give an informative speech on body art. I have done no research. Input would be appreciated.
Until next time.....
1. Someone left a dog at our house, who proceeded to run away and is now currently statused as M.I.A. If anyone sees a cute little black dog running around Jax County, please, I beg of you let me know.
2. My flat iron disappeared. I'm not even accusing anyone of stealing it. I think one of the maids took it up in the farkin' bed sheets. That's strike 2 on the overly expensive flat irons for me.
In other aspects, I still hate my job. Wednesday I'm set to give an informative speech on body art. I have done no research. Input would be appreciated.
Until next time.....