Quarter Vacation

Over the next couple of posts I'll be recapping the trip to New Orleans I took with my girlfriend. Laqter we'll also include all the answers we found to the Treasure of the Nola Madre.

We checked into the swanky digs of our room at Loft 523. Two words to describe the room: white and minimalist. (Jessica points out that's actually three words... damn conjunctions.) Notable points include the dual shower heads and a light reminiscent of a giant boobie (therefore, it must be art).

On a normal vacation I wouldn't dare touch my laptop. This time is special as Jessica and I started working on solving the puzzle to find the Treasure of the Nola Madre. Unfortunately, while we lived in the greater New Orleans area all or most of our lives, neither of us are very good at history (...well local history. Jessica likes general history and I saw Ken Burns Jazz. My father on the other hand knows more than most but I digress). We did some research on a few items to search for in the morning so I'm not going to spoil anything for those also searching.

To space out arriving at the hotel and going to Bourbon Street, we made it to the Natchez Dinner Cruise. Jessica believes more restaurants need to take a cue in buffet management from the Natchez: Two lines of identical items each with dual serving pans of the popular items. Jessica noted the praline chicken did not resemble pralines in any way except the stray pecan that found its way into the recipe. She deducted the staff thought it wouldn't be popular, hence only having one pan per side. The bread pudding was the highlight for her. I skipped in favor of an Old Fashioned.

After dinner we went to the top deck for the Dukes of Dixieland Jazz band. Nobody was dancing so we took it upon ourselves to get some started. Good idea because it was a ton of fun; Bad idea because Jessica wasn't wearing the right shoes and received a couple of blisters for her dancing efforts. Either way it was fabulous.

Off to Monday night on Bourbon. I figured since on BourboCam we spend so much time outside the Cat's Meow, we should actually see what it looks like
from the front of the stage. It's a lot like the back except more neon. Dave was working like normal (by normal he was making sure my camera was full of cleavage shots of the fairer patrons... god bless him). He was taking everyone through the paces including Madonna, Elvis, and his own rendition of The Boss and Jessica Simpson (Jessica's note: Thank god he didn't put on Daisy Dukes... or that orange bikini.)

I'll be back later with the Tuesday recap. For now I'm heading to Utopia for Wolfgang's Homemade Bikini Contest.