Disorientation
New Orleans journal day 1 :
Warning you may not like what my first impression of NOLA was.
The drive was long, but we seemed to get there around 1PM which was appropriate time. I could not really sleep at all the night we left. We were groggy when we left. Got to hotel and took a nap for a few hours. Decided to check out Crescent city park for the fireworks.
We arrived early to the park and it was almost sunset and I we talked and walked along the dock and I snapped these pics.
We saw that they had a food cart, but the selection looked small, and my son wasn’t wanting anything there. (He is a picky eater.) I saw a guy walking down the bridge and he tripped on the last steps or perhaps few steps and came flying down but somehow managed to pull off not doing a full face plant which was worthy, ha. He immediately smiled and we laughed I took Ella and ventured over to where the bar and drinks were. I wasn’t interested in this venue and so I turned around and the guy was nearly following us, or so it felt. We had a moment when I turned around where we both looked at each in the eyes as if we should say something but neither of us did and I swear I felt like I should know him. I still don’t understand what that was all about.
My senses and spirit absolutely failed me this trip. In fact I felt ‘normal’ and it was entirely strange! The only thing spirit said to me upon arrival was ‘Broken’. After that it’s like it went radio silence. I was not able to feel or sense anything. Everyone has up extreme shields. I’ve never not been able to sense things, well at least since I had awoken to my powers. This had me feeling extremely vulnerable. It was all hiding from me, I never saw or felt a ghost in my whole time in New Orleans. Which was almost inconceivable. There was something lurking under the surface but I was not able to sense enough to figure it out. In D&D terms I might as well have rolled a one and still got screwed with a perception of twenty-five.
The first night only got worse from there. We headed out to find food that that my son would eat, and ended up running into so many people walking the wrong direction drunk in the street and tight areas in a huge truck that it was getting frustrating. Some guy which was wearing a dirty towel (yes I kid you not!) came rushing at the car and we almost hit him on Royal. My husband was like ' What was that thing?'. Not even convinced it was a person.He did actually look like zombie. Too many bath salts gone to his head I think. He wasn't just drunk but on serious drugs. Which by the way I did not drive in NOLA at all cause I cannot parallel park. We ended up just turning around and going back to the park and convinced my son to eat the food truck food, cause we were about to miss the fireworks.
Fireworks started at 9PM and it was 8:30 and the damned train decided it needed to go on the tracks and block the entrance the park. I’m telling you the thing was crawling and never ended. Until about six of us cars on both sides, pedestrians, pedicabs were all tangled up blocking each other from even moving waiting for the train. Then it just stopped. People were kicking off their shoes and going in between cars. My husband was so furious cause we couldn’t even park on the street and take the bridge. Eventually we got the pedicabs to move out of the way so we could park on Bartholomew and take the bridge. Then we got in a huge line to get the same food we could have got 2 hours before. The fireworks were blasting off as we were standing in line getting etoufee nachos. We did catch the finale.
People were looking at us as if we were aliens and did not belong here, that coupled with the frustration made me feel very uncomfortable. After the first night I was ready to write off NOLA and I’m not kidding. I started writing a journal about it the first night but somehow it got lost while I was posting.
The people felt strange to me at first, the buildings looked dilapidated and the streets were crowded and small. Everything was really fucking Petite. You know how they say everything is bigger in Texas? I didn’t realize it until I was having a water or a Café Au lait at Café du monde that our portions sizes are very different. I was not really feeling all the nostalgia that I had read about and awaited years to feel.
We headed back over the crescent bridge which was swaying so bad it was about to fall apart back to the car, and I was questioning the whole vacation. Someone decided it was great to shake the thing as about a hundred people were making their way up the steps, and someone was like ‘this thing won’t fall and jumped up and down as the thing creaked and swayed. I was thinking to myself this rusted out shit piece is going to collapse at any time, what the fuck was he talking about? Then I started feeling very ‘frumpy’ and stuck up about the whole thing, and decided that probably needed to relax a bit. Work and Texas had me all wound up tighter than a damned ten second clock.
I’m glad I decided to start over on a new foot the next day, because I ended up getting lucky and having some awesome times there in the next 3 days.
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Stay tuned for day 2 - don’t worry it gets much better after day 1.
~Roses
Warning you may not like what my first impression of NOLA was.
The drive was long, but we seemed to get there around 1PM which was appropriate time. I could not really sleep at all the night we left. We were groggy when we left. Got to hotel and took a nap for a few hours. Decided to check out Crescent city park for the fireworks.
We arrived early to the park and it was almost sunset and I we talked and walked along the dock and I snapped these pics.
We saw that they had a food cart, but the selection looked small, and my son wasn’t wanting anything there. (He is a picky eater.) I saw a guy walking down the bridge and he tripped on the last steps or perhaps few steps and came flying down but somehow managed to pull off not doing a full face plant which was worthy, ha. He immediately smiled and we laughed I took Ella and ventured over to where the bar and drinks were. I wasn’t interested in this venue and so I turned around and the guy was nearly following us, or so it felt. We had a moment when I turned around where we both looked at each in the eyes as if we should say something but neither of us did and I swear I felt like I should know him. I still don’t understand what that was all about.
My senses and spirit absolutely failed me this trip. In fact I felt ‘normal’ and it was entirely strange! The only thing spirit said to me upon arrival was ‘Broken’. After that it’s like it went radio silence. I was not able to feel or sense anything. Everyone has up extreme shields. I’ve never not been able to sense things, well at least since I had awoken to my powers. This had me feeling extremely vulnerable. It was all hiding from me, I never saw or felt a ghost in my whole time in New Orleans. Which was almost inconceivable. There was something lurking under the surface but I was not able to sense enough to figure it out. In D&D terms I might as well have rolled a one and still got screwed with a perception of twenty-five.
The first night only got worse from there. We headed out to find food that that my son would eat, and ended up running into so many people walking the wrong direction drunk in the street and tight areas in a huge truck that it was getting frustrating. Some guy which was wearing a dirty towel (yes I kid you not!) came rushing at the car and we almost hit him on Royal. My husband was like ' What was that thing?'. Not even convinced it was a person.He did actually look like zombie. Too many bath salts gone to his head I think. He wasn't just drunk but on serious drugs. Which by the way I did not drive in NOLA at all cause I cannot parallel park. We ended up just turning around and going back to the park and convinced my son to eat the food truck food, cause we were about to miss the fireworks.
Fireworks started at 9PM and it was 8:30 and the damned train decided it needed to go on the tracks and block the entrance the park. I’m telling you the thing was crawling and never ended. Until about six of us cars on both sides, pedestrians, pedicabs were all tangled up blocking each other from even moving waiting for the train. Then it just stopped. People were kicking off their shoes and going in between cars. My husband was so furious cause we couldn’t even park on the street and take the bridge. Eventually we got the pedicabs to move out of the way so we could park on Bartholomew and take the bridge. Then we got in a huge line to get the same food we could have got 2 hours before. The fireworks were blasting off as we were standing in line getting etoufee nachos. We did catch the finale.
People were looking at us as if we were aliens and did not belong here, that coupled with the frustration made me feel very uncomfortable. After the first night I was ready to write off NOLA and I’m not kidding. I started writing a journal about it the first night but somehow it got lost while I was posting.
The people felt strange to me at first, the buildings looked dilapidated and the streets were crowded and small. Everything was really fucking Petite. You know how they say everything is bigger in Texas? I didn’t realize it until I was having a water or a Café Au lait at Café du monde that our portions sizes are very different. I was not really feeling all the nostalgia that I had read about and awaited years to feel.
We headed back over the crescent bridge which was swaying so bad it was about to fall apart back to the car, and I was questioning the whole vacation. Someone decided it was great to shake the thing as about a hundred people were making their way up the steps, and someone was like ‘this thing won’t fall and jumped up and down as the thing creaked and swayed. I was thinking to myself this rusted out shit piece is going to collapse at any time, what the fuck was he talking about? Then I started feeling very ‘frumpy’ and stuck up about the whole thing, and decided that probably needed to relax a bit. Work and Texas had me all wound up tighter than a damned ten second clock.
I’m glad I decided to start over on a new foot the next day, because I ended up getting lucky and having some awesome times there in the next 3 days.
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Stay tuned for day 2 - don’t worry it gets much better after day 1.
~Roses