The alarm went off at 4:01. I’d forgotten to shut it off from yesterday. A few more hours of sleep and I was up by 7:45. The kids, on the other hand, needed more Zzzs.
After enough threats, we were out the door by 11:30. We meandered about and found a restaurant with no line called Huck Finn’s. Mags had chicken and vowed to find at least one compliment for each new food she tried, for example…the brown rice which she said reminded her of saffron rice (she never eats saffron rice). Ethan and I shut her down on that one. Ethan had alligator (which he’s had in Florida) and I had shrimp followed by bread pudding. A word here on our waiter; he was surely a Black God. Delicious (food and waiter).
We then headed to the World War II museum. My mistake was wearing contacts and 
having no cheaters. This aging thing is such bullshit. My other mistake was making Ethan go with us. It was not what it should have been. However, Maggie and I had several fun moments….
We headed back. The kids rested. I looked around the 
hotel, checked out the pool, walked to a grocery store a mile or so away, brought home a heavy bag of groceries. And still they rested. Goddammit. I could have saved a lot of money by letting them rest in California.
Mags and I headed out. My plan was to go to the mighty Mississippi, but even WITH a GPS, I’m still hopeless, so we just walked and took in the beautiful evening as my armpits may have perspired ever so delicately. We noticed a Wednesday local band fest and hung out a bit…then ate at a sushi place. Dare I add that earlier I bought 
kombucha and bath salts? Seemed only fitting to “California” the day out with sushi. I did have a second bread pudding, though. Areas of my body that shouldn’t pop out at this point in my life are popping out. Melted into the tub later, with one of the 3 brands of sparkling water I happen to have. Take that, NOLA.
Pictures: Scenes from NOLA.
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