We got in a little after 5:00 p.m. yesterday, and after an hour or so to settle in, the six musketeers went out to Crescent City Brewhous for dinner. Not a mudbug in sight. Having had a big lunch at P. F. Chang’s at the airport in Atlanta, I just had a giant pretzel for dinner (no mustard, no cheese, no pickles, please). It was actually a fairly nice place, though there was some drama when we arrived.
Unbeknownst to any of us, they were requiring vaccination cards. We’re all vaccinated and boosted, of course, but James had left his card in the hotel room. Unlike me, though, he can sweet talk chicken right off the bone and didn’t have much trouble. I, however, could not find the photo of my vaccine card on my phone. I knew it was there, but last fall, I’d taken pictures of 492 scraps of genealogy papers that my mom has amassed, and in that sea of pictures of paper, I couldn’t find. I’m embarrassed to say that I snapped pretty abruptly at Mark when he interrupted my frantic, frustrated search. In the end, they let us in without proof of vaccination, but me being me, I couldn’t let it go until I found the damn thing.
A jazz band was playing up in the front of the restaurant, and though I don’t normally like live music because I have trouble hearing and conversing over it, they were actually quite good and added more to the experience than they detracted from it. They opened with the theme song from any 80s TV show that none of us could quite put our finger on. Dan thought the song was “Just the Two of Us” rather than a theme, and it was close to that, but that wasn’t it. I’m still trying to figure it out.
After dinner, we walked down Bourbon Street, which is pretty much what I expected: a lot of drunk people, obnoxious music, and junk stores. It was also overflowing with trash, which was surprising and disappointing. I’ve checked that box and don’t need to do it again. On the plus side, we occasionally passed people dancing with abandon and saw a Dixieland (?) band of about 12 young men just walking down the middle of the street playing their horns and drums.
We’re getting ready to go out for breakfast, so I’m going to pause now. Pictures of our chic hotel room and of our walk tomorrow.