Well, I'm back from New Orleans. If I could audioblog, I'd go into a lengthy discussion of exactly how to pronounce the name of this venerable city, and how not to. But I can't.
So I'll mention some of the highlights:
Great food. I mean, great. And the fantastic southern hospitality made everything even that much more wonderful. Great cooking, great seafood (man, those oysters! I ate dozens!) and great cocktails, too. Now, I'm not talkin' about Bourbon Street here. I'm talkin' about the upscale bars or restaurants where you can get cocktails like an Old Fashioned, a Pimm's Cup, or a Sazerac. Heck, I even had two Grasshoppers. Eep! Of course, Bourbon Street is fun but it's also really raunchy (a bar that in and of itself is a tourist attraction? I mean, yikes!). And the beads thing? Yes, it's true, people do flash various body parts in order to obtain beads. At least, on a drunken Friday night they do. (I avoided the chaos of Saturday night, which I think was probably a very wise choice.)
There was one visit to a knitting shop, there were multiple visits to a mask shop, which was fantastic fun. I actually have a small collection of masks, but now it's a couple of masks bigger!
I took a sock-in-progress on the trip, but I don't think I knit any of it at all. Now that I'm back home, though, I have been working again on the Rosetta Blankie. I'm going to London on August 8th and I hope to have it done then to give to the intended recipient. I guess the questions is not going to be "Will I finish it," but rather, "What size will it be when I stop working on it in order to let it be done in time?" Ah, the beauty of things that don't have to fit!
Posted by Jon at May 14, 2005 09:13 AMOh how I miss going to "N'awlins" on a regular basis. When I lived in Pensacola, FL we used to go there a few times a year. You're right about the food! Gumbo just doesn't taste right unless you're eating it in the Big Easy. I would have loved to have found some of those upscale bars you speak of, but once I found Bourbon Street (and a couple Hand Grenades) I was lucky to find my way back to my hotel room!
Posted by: Slang at May 14, 2005 10:30 AM