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corivax and I decided that we'd drive over to Louisiana since it's an easy 2 hour drive and neither of us had ever been there. Being really bored in Houston didn't help either. So we cross the border and decide that it definitely looks like what we thought Louisiana would look like in the dark. But we were still kind of bored and felt that, while we technically were in Louisiana, we hadn't really experienced anything important about it. The obvious course of action was to drive another 3 hours to New Orleans.
LA has parishes, not counties. I knew that, but still weird to see the signs. Seeing a sign for 'Jefferson Davis Parish' is particularly weird. They don't have city limit signs, either. They have 'corp limit' signs. There were some amazingly flat and straight sections of I-10. All of LA seems to be decaying. I'm not sure what it is about warm climates that makes people build crappy buildings. Laziness, I guess. Phoenix is the same way, just without quite such a building-hostile atmosphere.
We arrived at 1am, during a thunderstorm. Curse you,doctorpepper, for not being there to surprise. The French Quarter was not designed for SUVs. Pretty architecture, annoying drunk tourists. It was nice to be able to walk around and get a sense of just how sleezy Bourbon Street is. We got horribly lost on the way out but that meant we got to stumble onto some of those amazing old cemeteries New Orleans is famous for. Definitely need to go back during the day some time. Next year.
The drive back was... interesting. It has been a very long time since I've had to over-caffeinate myself to that degree in order to stay awake. Nothing like fighting down nausea with every gulp as you drink your stay-awake-juice of choice. I'm still not sure what the ways and means to New Orleans are, but the ways and means from New Orleans were 4 liters of Mountain Dew.
corivax and I decided that we'd drive over to Louisiana since it's an easy 2 hour drive and neither of us had ever been there. Being really bored in Houston didn't help either. So we cross the border and decide that it definitely looks like what we thought Louisiana would look like in the dark. But we were still kind of bored and felt that, while we technically were in Louisiana, we hadn't really experienced anything important about it. The obvious course of action was to drive another 3 hours to New Orleans.LA has parishes, not counties. I knew that, but still weird to see the signs. Seeing a sign for 'Jefferson Davis Parish' is particularly weird. They don't have city limit signs, either. They have 'corp limit' signs. There were some amazingly flat and straight sections of I-10. All of LA seems to be decaying. I'm not sure what it is about warm climates that makes people build crappy buildings. Laziness, I guess. Phoenix is the same way, just without quite such a building-hostile atmosphere.
We arrived at 1am, during a thunderstorm. Curse you,
doctorpepper, for not being there to surprise. The French Quarter was not designed for SUVs. Pretty architecture, annoying drunk tourists. It was nice to be able to walk around and get a sense of just how sleezy Bourbon Street is. We got horribly lost on the way out but that meant we got to stumble onto some of those amazing old cemeteries New Orleans is famous for. Definitely need to go back during the day some time. Next year.The drive back was... interesting. It has been a very long time since I've had to over-caffeinate myself to that degree in order to stay awake. Nothing like fighting down nausea with every gulp as you drink your stay-awake-juice of choice. I'm still not sure what the ways and means to New Orleans are, but the ways and means from New Orleans were 4 liters of Mountain Dew.