Reflections on NOLA

If you're considering a visit - stop considering and book your ticket. That crazy city will give you what you're looking for, or if not what you're looking for, at least what you're least expecting.

Case in point? I don't pick people up. I just don't. But I picked up a random, geeky, very sweet computer type while I was there. (I thought I needed an escort to my shot and a haircut - shot and a haircut that never materialized, for the record.) But the very fact of my picking him up, and the very fact of him being picked up (I'm quite sure it was an anomaly), made both of our trips a little more interesting. And that happens in New Orleans, like it or not. And it doesn't much happen elsewhere. By that I don't mean picking up - of course that happens. I mean that stepping out of your identity - out of your comfort zone - out of your element (thank you, Daren!) in a way that just feels right.

I personally had a 10 out of 10 in New Orleans, and my visit seemed to have been customized for me. But you know what? If I had made one different choice at the beginning of my trip, I think I would be saying the exact same thing based on a completely different set of experiences. And what does that tell you?

It tells you that New Orleans is a hell of a town.

Send my love.