The Big Easy

A couple of weeks ago, I think I officially became an adult.  A real adult.  I had a work trip to the Big Easy and not only did I take my first work trip, I navigated the airport myself, and even flew myself…say what?  Yes, that sounds ridiculous, but it’s true.  I’m sort of a “nervous nelly” to start with, but flying without my family {or at least without my hubby} caused me so much stress it was silly.  But, I put on my big girl pants and headed to New Orleans.

I should probably say that I did head there with one of my co-workers, so I truly wasn’t alone.  I know, I’m a wimp.  Our flight was a bit delayed, but we managed to get into town and check in to our hotel by about 6:45pm.  After we were semi-settled into our perspective rooms, we headed to none other than, Bourbon Street.


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