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clintswanMy trip to New Orleans this year was a interestingly good one.
I guess I will follow others in breaking events up by day.
Maybe not.
The flight out thursday was uneventful. The flight attendant was kinda a cranky bitch.
I was traveling and staying with my best friend/neighbor Randy. One of his running buddies was
also on the flight so we all sat together (Southwest Airlines-open seating).
Arrived and took a taxi to the quarter. When we got to the guesthouse, we walked in and were met
by a very stinky french young lady. She stuttered instructions to our room and looked at us oddly.
I said thankyou and closed the door in her face. (freeeeek - lol)
A bit run down, it was; but, hey, it was a room 2 blocks from all the bars!
It was around 7 o'clock by the time we got settled and Randy's tummy was very upset.
We set out to the bars. Randy had to bail about an hour afterward. I was alone.
Ah well, lets see...
I felt like a tiny piece of flotsam on the oceans of very handsome men.
And that's where this post gets undone.
For the next 3 1/2 days that feeling of being alone didn't change. I wasn't sad, per se.
I just felt like a outsider looking in. Not shunned, just out-of-phase.
I did have a good time, however.
There was no public sex on the streets, which disappointed me but was ok too.
Gosh, I had more to say but I don't feel up to it.
Any questions?
I guess I will follow others in breaking events up by day.
Maybe not.
The flight out thursday was uneventful. The flight attendant was kinda a cranky bitch.
I was traveling and staying with my best friend/neighbor Randy. One of his running buddies was
also on the flight so we all sat together (Southwest Airlines-open seating).
Arrived and took a taxi to the quarter. When we got to the guesthouse, we walked in and were met
by a very stinky french young lady. She stuttered instructions to our room and looked at us oddly.
I said thankyou and closed the door in her face. (freeeeek - lol)
A bit run down, it was; but, hey, it was a room 2 blocks from all the bars!
It was around 7 o'clock by the time we got settled and Randy's tummy was very upset.
We set out to the bars. Randy had to bail about an hour afterward. I was alone.
Ah well, lets see...
I felt like a tiny piece of flotsam on the oceans of very handsome men.
And that's where this post gets undone.
For the next 3 1/2 days that feeling of being alone didn't change. I wasn't sad, per se.
I just felt like a outsider looking in. Not shunned, just out-of-phase.
I did have a good time, however.
There was no public sex on the streets, which disappointed me but was ok too.
Gosh, I had more to say but I don't feel up to it.
Any questions?
