by MustBTVDay seventeen of furlough. The day began with caffeine, optimism, and the faint hope that New Orleans might smell better in daylight. It did, marginally. Breakfast was forgettable, but the sights were not. We spent the entire day exploring The Riverwalk, wandering The French Quarter, and getting our steps in like we were training for a marathon sponsored by humidity and street musicians.
New Orleans is a fascinating place, full of energy, history, and the unmistakable sound of brass drifting between the buildings. Everywhere you turn there’s something to see, smell, or step over. The Riverwalk offered incredible views, the kind that make you pause for a second before realizing the sun is actively trying to melt you. The French Quarter was alive as always, equal parts beautiful, chaotic, and sticky.
We saw everything from street performers who clearly missed their calling in Vegas, to shops selling trinkets I’m convinced were cursed at least twice. Beignets were consumed, music was heard, and photos were taken that will forever look more romantic than the humidity actually felt.
All in all, it was a blast, loud, colorful, and unlike anywhere else. But I’ll say this: New Orleans isn’t really my cup of tea. It’s more of a double espresso kind of city, great to visit, exhausting to linger.
Back home, reports from the Living Room Republic indicate that Remington remains in mourning, Mittens has assumed the position of “Acting Ruler of the Couch,” and Tabby has allegedly declared independence. Curly and Moe continue to operate silently, which I find suspicious.
Morale check: good but ready for home. Energy low, appreciation high, humidity unrelenting. The mission continues, one more day of adventure before retreating to the blessed silence of my own coffee maker.
