|(This bitch made me fat.)|
So how did I spend my Thanksgiving in the Big Easy?
9am - Go back downstairs and am too croutons to figure out how use the waffle batter dispenser @ continental breakfast. I have to ask the disgruntled breakfast hostess to give me a batter dispenser tutorial. I am suck a freaking crouton.
11am - Inhaled shame waffle. Stupid Thanksgiving Day Parade is on TV, and all I can think about is how much that must be effing up traffic in the city.
11:15am - I am overwhelmed with the urge to ride my bike. So I hop on LaDonna (my purple beach cruiser) and head uptown on Magazine Street.
Traffic is light because everyone else is home eating turkey with their families, so I have the luxury of riding the newly paved Magazine. This may be the one stretch of road in New Orleans that isn't pocked with potholes.
I'm listening to a playlist of popular dance music that will remain anonymous. It is really fun to lip sync while bicycling.
12pm - Still riding uptown on Magazine, and I'm seeing all sorts of fun stuff! This street is one of the main shopping streets. There are loads of boutiques and restaurants on Magazine, thanks to Katrina (which forced businesses to move to drier, less fucked by the flood locations).
|(Magazine Street wasn't chic until after Katrina)|
|(Tennis, no one?)|
12:30pm - I reach the end of Magazine, where it runs into Audubon Park. I've only ever visited the lakeside side of the park, so today I turn my bike south and head into the side of the park where the tennis courts are.
I had no idea how beautiful it was on this side of the park! Especially since the side I had been to before was breathtaking. I didn't think it would be possible to have a prettier park, but then I saw this:
|(Smile, bikey! Smile, Mississippi!)|
|(LaDonna, my bike and my muse)|
|(Here's where you sit to write a manifesto on why interactions|
with other humans is overrated.)
1pm - I realize that I've been riding along the levy for a really, really long time, so I turn around and head back home on Magazine. All and all it was a great beginning to a non-Thanksgiving.
2pm....Back home finally. Now, I am going to hop into my Jacuzzi tub and take a long, hot soak. I just did TWENTY MILES with LaDonna and my legs are wobbling.
|(My actual route, mapped out using a weird website that put stupid flags |
where ever I clicked the mouse, but you get the idea at least)