Road Trip…Road Trip…Part 2

This is the second post in a two-part series chronicling my family’s spring break road trip. You can read how it all began here.

If waking up to temps as high as 79 degrees in March didn’t spoil us, spending the afternoon walking the white sands of Biloxi Beach did.  Prior to this vacation, my kids had never been to the beach.  Since we reside in Chicagoland, with 33 beaches along the shores of Lake Michigan, this may sound shocking to some, but the fact of the matter remains.  This is their first beach romp and what better place to christen your toes than in the Gulf of Mexico.

Biloxi Beach, Gulf of Mexico, White Sand

Later that evening we stopped in Sharkheads Souvenir City to see what interesting items might find their way into our home. My husband and I had visited pre-hurricane Katrina and I wanted the kids to see the live “baby sharks” they had swimming in the aquarium.  Unfortunately, the original store was destroyed and the new facility did not have live sharks in tanks, but I can tell you I wasn’t expecting this:

baby sharks in a jar
I don’t know if the baby sharks are real, but they are absolutely creepy!
The next morning we were off to our final destination –
America’s Most Interesting City, The City That Care Forgot, Hollywood South…yeah that’s right,
New Orleans, baby!
That was close ; D


Late Sunday night, we were cautioned by a local that we shouldn’t take our kids to The Big Easy.
Really?? On a Monday afternoon??  What could possibly happen?
We’re from the Chi and they see more in an hour than most people see all day.  Not really…but what could possibly happen?  It’s not like they’re going to see Dorothy and the Tin Man walking the streets.

Oddly enough, our New O. excitement began in the hotel room.

Are you kidding me?  That is a sound NO ONE wants to wake up to. Not in your home and certainly not in a hotel room.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
If you listen closely you can hear my daughter ask her brother if he wants to split a Pop-Tart with her.  Fire or no fire, she is not eating the entire thing.

I’m happy to announce there wasn’t a fire.  It was just a test or a false alarm.  Needless to say, about 4 years ago I was in a fire at my workplace and I lost several personal items –  approximately $1,200 worth. but that’s another post. Therefore, I treat every alarm like the real deal.

Everyone was excited for the trip to New O. and even more excited once we arrived.  It took a while to find parking and we settled for a parking garage that charged by the hour ($18 for 2-4 hours) only a few steps from Bourbon Street.

We had “linner” at Spirits on Bourbon where the kids got a chance to witness to what extremes a man (or woman) will go to for a pretty lady in order to feel like he’s the only one – try reclining in a barber’s chair while being straddled by a hot chick pouring a minute or more of flowing liquor down your throat.

I’ll take mine in a glass. Thank you very much and I’ll drink at my own pace. I must say it was interesting to watch and the story behind the joint gave me the chills.

Spirits on Bourbon – Edward’s Chair

What else can I say about New O. and our spring break road trip without writing a friggin’ book?

  1. New O.  is not for the faint of heart.  It smells…a combination of fried food and other things that shall go unmentioned.  Most bars have a drink minimum. There will be no resting your feet or using the bathroom without the min.  Bottoms up!
  2. BEWARE Street Vendors = Hustlers – They all want to be paid and can spot a “tourist” or a “non-local”, anyone with $$/$/₵ a mile away.  My best advice DO NOT LOOK!  DO NOT STOP! and certainly DO NOT take pictures.  The Tin Man’s advocate declared that my daughter pay for the pic she took.  Yeah right.
  3. BEWARE Child Entertainers = Hustlers – They all want to be paid and can spot a “tourist” or a “non-local”, anyone with $$/$/₵ a mile away.  My best advice DO NOT LOOK!  DO NOT STOP! and certainly DO NOT take pictures. A young tap dancer followed me begging my husband to pay him for tapping. Okaaay, during the process, the other dancers cried out, “HE DON’T SPLIT!”  “HE DON’T SPLIT!” – which sounds like a personal problem to me.
For our final excursion, I took a chance and asked my daughter what she wanted to do. We let her decide for the family as she’s the youngest. Like most teenage girls it didn’t matter that she was over 2,500 miles away from home.  It was decided.  She wanted to go to the mall and to the mall we went.  In case you’re wondering, Yes, she bought a shirt.
As spring break comes to a close, I can honestly say I am worn out and this ranks as the best road trip I have ever had, bar none.

I’m Just Sayin’…(Damn!)

When was your last road trip?  Where did you go?  
Let me know in the comments.

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