Recovery

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I had my wisdom teeth out yesterday morning and have been watching Orange is the New Black ever since (after a three hour nap). Kristen is the best, as she picked up my medicated ass from the oral surgeon and escorted me home. 

I was about to do local anesthesia and not general because my insurance company wanted $165 for the general and while I was waiting for the local anesthesia, I said eff this and asked to be put under. I woke up later and we hopped in a cab home. I may or may not have almost gotten hit by a car a few times. 

Kristen escorted me to the market and I picked up all of the essentials: mac and cheese, soups, rice pudding, and ice cream. Super healthy. Kristen fed me some Advil and then I passed out for three hours. After Kristen headed up, I put on OITNB and rotated between ice cream and mac’n’cheese until I passed out again at midnight.

I don’t really have any pain in my mouth – it just feels weird from the stitches. Of course, I’m keeping on a steady stream of Advil too, so maybe that’s it. 

Tomorrow: An early afternoon showing of Jurassic World. I’m SO excited. I have these in my shopping cart on Amazon right now. I so want to buy them. 

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Update: I’ve bought them. I had a $5 credit too so the total came to a whopping $10.90. 

Five Days in New Orleans

Sorry for the silence! After five days in New Orleans with Kristen, my sinuses freaked out and I was busy back at work, so, Tumblrs, sorry, you took a back seat. BUT! New Orleans is an amazing city. When Tennessee Williams said “There are only 3 cities in America, New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland,” he was not lying. So much history and art and music. The architecture is beautiful there. I was astonished. It’s also one of the most haunted cities in America. It’s ALSO cheap as hell. My beer at the hotel bar was $7.50 (RIGHT?). 

Kristen and I went on a ghost tour, got lots of beads (it was the verrrrry beginning of Mardi Gras), went to Frenchmen Street, drank Hurricanes at Pat O’Briens where they were invented, saw the shitshow that was Bourdon Street, got very sloshed at times, went to Cafe Du Monde for the coffee, listened to jazz at Spotted Cat, and ate lots of amazing food (Herbsaint and Three Muses – GO). And we walked an entire parade route down Dauphine Street (we only caught up the tail end of it, unfortunately) and saw lots of the Bywater.

When I was on my own, I went into the Louisiana and New Orleans #1 Cemeteries (saw Marie Laveaus’ grave), I went to the World War II Memorial Museum, walked around the French Quarter, the Frenchmarket, and the Warehouse District lots. I drank a $3.50 Shocktop (not happy hour, that’s just the regular price, WHAT). I went to one of the Louisiana State Museums to exhibits on Katrina and Mardi Gras, I went to a yoga class at Reyn Yoga when I was incredibly hung over. I walked up and down Royal Street in the French Quarter a bunch of times listening to the music. I spent a bunch of time in Jackson Square people watching (and listening to music). I ate at the Ruby Slipper and Sylvain (both were awesome!). 

For the first time ever I didn’t really buy any souvenirs. I just didn’t feel like I needed any. I brought coffee back for my office and pralines back for my parents, and lots of beads, but that’s it. 

The people were incredibly nice and there’s so much to do there. I was sad to leave the seventy degree whether for twenty degree weather, but I was exhausted. If you’re going to NOLA, go for 4-5 days for your first time. You’ll never be bored but it won’t be too much. LOTS of pictures below the cut…

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Happening today: Flying down to New Orleans to meet this girl. Totally tagging along on her business trip, but I had a Delta credit that I had to use and she said OK. Let me know if you have any suggestions of things to do/see/eat/drink while we’re down there! 

We will cause all sorts of trouble (we didn’t nickname ourselves Natural Disasters for shits and giggles) and probably be doing a lot of what you see above.