We are in New Orleans tonight. I decided I really wanted to come see NOLA and thought it would be a lot of fun so I pestered Mel to come here. This trip and the day leading up to it has been a comedy of errors. At first we were ticked off and stressed out, but as one problem ran into another, we halfway decided we might as well laugh about it because it's all so bizarre. We're wishing maybe we had stayed in Dallas, but we are here - for 8 more days - and we have to make the best of it, all the while wondering where the next hit will come from.
Last night, we are at Mel's sisters house for Christmas dinner and Mel's mom threw a fit and left the house before we sit down to eat. The whole family is confused as to what just happened. After dinner and back home, Mel gets a migraine, takes every drug we have at home and goes to sleep. We have to get up at 4:30 AM to be at the airport by 6 and there are no drivers at the airport parking lot - making us late to the airport - and there we are, screeching into the terminal at 7:15. For some reason I still don't understand, I have decided that we needed to take the 8:30 AM flight, knowing full well the French Quarter apartment we rented will not be available until 3, thereby leaving us no option but to wander Bourbon street for 4 hours. Now, normally this wouldn't be an issue, but we have luggage and.....it's raining. Yes, I am a stellar trip planner indeed, pat myself on the back. There's thick cloud covering and rain in Dallas and as the flight takes off, we start shaking like a mad cat in a cardboard box from the turbulence, I happen to glance at Mel and she's just about the color of weak split pea soup and she's reaching for the barf bag. During the 1 hour flight she fills up all the bags from our row and the lady next to me sees what's happening and starts grabbing the bags from the row behind us. We have a regular barf bag brigade going on. Mercifully we land, alive and mostly well. "Now" I'm thinking, "time for some fun!!". We grab a taxi and off we go to the French Quarter. Yes, we are going to have to wander the Red Light District on foot, for hours in the rain, but for the moment I'm way excited about sightseeing the famously bawdy, raucous city. Now, back in October, I found this apartment rental website and thought an apartment in the French Quarter would be tres cool to stay in, you know, it's historical, purportedly possibly haunted and has a kitchen so we don't have to eat out all the time. Great idea huh? Yeah, no. We arrive at 910 Rue Dauphine. It's an old building, exactly like what you expect to see in New Orleans. We have been instructed to go next door and see Charlie. See Charlie is exactly what we did, way too much of Charlie in fact. Charlie turned out to be an massively-sized older man sporting some toddler-sized shorts. Yes indeed. As we went inside our apartment, I am hit full in the face with the undeniable smell of 18th century house and rotting onions filling the air. Upon investigation, I find a fridge full of rotten food and a carton of eggs that expired in October.
On the bright side, someone did leave us a welcome note on the immaculately clean Vent a Hood:
When we called naked Charlie to mention this, he came over, blamed the maid and then was nice enough to show me where the cleaning products were kept so I could further clean the apartment we are paying $125 a night for. I thought that was nice of him. It was especially nice of him to point out that if we needed more supplies to finish cleaning, we could purchase them at the market on the corner. Naked Charlie's a gem. Man, all this housecleaning is making me thirsty. I need some ice water....
Uhhh, no. I'll pass on the onion flavored ice cubes for now. We called the rental company and got nowhere with Jason, he argued with us about the state of the apartment and Charlie just told me to beat the maid and clean it myself. I think we're stuck here with no recourse.
So, we'll just go have ourselves a $26.50 liver-flavored Filet Mignon at the world famous Sammy's Lobster & Steaks. That'll show 'em.