Been far too long since I’ve been to New Orleans. Despite it being only a five hour drive and an hour’s flight away, the last time I was in NOLA was for the 1990 Mardi Gras
I was there for the last weekend leading up to Fat Tuesday, so I got to see not only some West Bank parades while gulping a few 64 oz frozen daiquiris, but watched the Endymion parade in downtown NOLA from a coveted bleacher seat near the reviewing stand.
Endymion is known for its celebrity grand marshals, and the grand marshal that year was I kid you not, Spuds Mackenzie and the Spudettes.
This is not only the first time I’m traveling to NOLA in the 21st Century, it’s also the first time I’ve been here since transition, and so looking forward to the trip.
I lived there on the West Bank in Marrero with my family for two years as a toddler when my dad was working for WBOK-AM, so it is somewhat of a long overdue homecoming.
New Orleans was one of the first non rev trips I took in March 1987 when I put in the month I needed to become pass eligible.
It is a business trip since I’m headed there for a BTAC Leadership retreat and training that starts tomorrow morning at 9 AM and ends Saturday afternoon.
The good news is I get to spend some quality time with my BTAC fam again and didn’t have to wait until April 2019 to do so. The bad news is I have to go to IAH because Dee Dee and I have been booked on (ugh) Spirit Airlines to get there.
And y’all know how much I despise Spirit.
The good thing about this trip is that it’s only 45-50 minutes in the air and I get to stay at a Doubletree Hotel for it upon arrival.
Can you say ‘destroyed cookies’ people? Thought you could.
Some beignets will be destroyed on this trip as well as soon as I get the opportunity to do so, preferably from Cafe Du Monde.