Whew, home again

This trip pretty much sucked. Like I said before, Vegas has never been my kind of town. We had travel problems both ways, everything was about double what we’re used to paying. The hotel water tasted like crap too, and I swear it was to force us into buying their bottled water.

However; the concert was awesome. Pink puts on one hell of a show. It was filled with intriguing sets, dancers, and more than you usually get in a concert. Her aerial antics are worth the price of admission. She did a duet with Eminem, but he appeared as a giant inflatable puppet.

This thing walked around, and his mouth moved during his parts.

She even flew over the entire stadium during So What.

What the heck, have one more.

Tomorrow, I need to chase down some Lisa Burton interviews I sent materials to weeks ago.

Miss me?

I’m still at the convention for my paycheck job. These things mean my time belongs to someone else. There has been a steady stream of networking receptions and things I have to attend.

I had some simple goals as far as returning to NOLA is concerned, and I didn’t get to accomplish them.

One of my bosses likes to ask the hotel staff where the best places to eat are. This is not a good plan, and I had some pretty lousy food as a result. My shrimp po-boy sandwich yesterday day was bland and tasteless. We spent last night at yet another reception, and I played by all the rules. When it ended, I tried to talk some people into taking a cab or an Uber to the ACME Oyster House. They were having none of it.

The night before, one of my bosses wanted to walk to Cafe Du Mond for beignets. He doesn’t drink coffee, but I had a cup of chicory with mine. This is one of the things you do in NOLA. It’s kind of a factory environment though, and there are better beignets around.

One of the attendees from Tennessee wanted to see Lafitte’s, so we walked up there. This put us quite a ways from our hotel. The bar itself is nothing special, but it’s also one of the things you do here.

Another one of my bosses saw us along Bourbon Street and dragged us into a piano bar. It was okay, but I was starting to fade. Standing room only isn’t my thing anymore either.

Tonight was another reception at the Presbètere. This is a museum dedicated to the hurricane. It was really interesting… for about ten minutes. They served drinks, but their idea of bourbon is Jack Daniels. I had one to be polite before leaving.

On trips like this, you usually get one night, or maybe an afternoon to check things out. This was my night. Old What’s Her Face and I came here last year, just for fun. This means I know my way around.

I never got to ACME, but we were impressed by the Royal House, so I stopped in there. They also have chargrilled oysters, so I took my chance.

They really aren’t as good as ACME, but that doesn’t mean they were bad. I had a full order, so they came out on two plates. Apparently, they didn’t invest in plates like the other places. The waitress suggested a dark and stormy hurricane to wash them down with, so I had one of those too.

Once again, I wound up a long damned way from my hotel. I mention this, because I didn’t sleep the first two nights here. I had horrible Charlie horses all night. I expect to have them again tonight, but hey… chargrilled oysters.

Royal street heads back toward my hotel, so that was my route. Old What’s Her Face and I stopped into the Cafe Beignet last year, and their product is better than Cafe Du Monde. I stopped off for dessert and another cup of chicory. It was wonderful.

I love looking in the shops in this part of town. I spotted an antique writing desk that was beautiful. I’d kind of like to have it, but we’re pretty broke right now, and I don’t have anywhere to put it. It was pretty though.

I also spotted a place with a live band. One of the musicians was playing an upright bass. They stopped me at the door, because it was a private event. I’d like to have watched him play for a while, because of Lizzie and The Hat.

Can’t have everything, I suppose.

I am well fed, refreshed by alcohol, and back at the hotel. It’s fairly early, but I’m not as young as I used to be. I’ll finish this post, chug a bunch of water to scare off Charlie and his horses, and call it a night.

I missed some things online, and that’s how it’s going to stay. I’ll pick it back up Sunday, but if I missed something you’d like tweeted out or shared say so and I’ll see what I can do.

Half a day of seminars tomorrow then I head back to Boise.