Molten Boron

I took advantage of Kevin’s birthday (and his air mattress) last weekend and finally got to see New Orleans. I’m afraid I’ve spent too long at work since then, and a lot of my good adjectives have been burnt out of my head by daily soul-deadening job-stuff, but I’ll say what I can.

It was neat. They have drive-through daiquiri places. And a huge park. And bars! And restaurants!

Most of all, I liked the houses. Beautiful old houses. Curves and arches and sweeping stairs everywhere. There was a lot of construction still going on, but they have a ways to go, yet.

Met several of Kevin’s friends down there, and they all seemed like pretty sharp people. He drove Trey and I all over the place, telling us how things had changed since Katrina. Kevin made a great tour guide, even though we didn’t do touristy things.

It’s been almost five years, though, and large chunks of the place haven’t recovered or rebuilt. (Sounds familiar.)

On a more personal note, I didn’t crash while I was there. I got drunk and whiny, but not to excess. It was hot and humid, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Oddly, I slept noticeably better there than I do up here. Allergies, maybe? Too much cattus-interruptus from Shada to get enough sleep at home?

The vegetation and low horizon and daily thunderstorms reminded me a whole lot of Florida, and I loved every minute of it.

(Except maybe the roads in Alabama and Mississippi. I didn’t realize Tennessee put so much effort into ours.)

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