February 1998 Trip to New Orleans

I've been to New Oreans as a visitor/tourist several times and also spent four years there as a university student at Tulane. So this is not the wide-eyed account of a first time vistor. Rather, it's a journal/recollection of one of my trips which will hopefully jog my memory in years to come.

Quick Reference

The Longest Trip
Mardi Gras
Cowboy Mouth
Post Mardi Gras
Other Places
Other Photos


The Longest Trip

I had really just arrived in the states from Scotland before I picked up and flew to New Orleans. When I suffer from jet lag, it usually hits about two or three days after I travel. Which was exactly when I boarded my Delta flight from Atlanta to NOLA. So it really seemed a bit like one continuous flight from Edinburgh to New Orleans.

Caroline and Stephanie met me at the airport, along with Kristen (CD's sister) and Kristen's boyfriend, Dave. For reference, here's a photo of the three lasses (with a fourth friend on your left). Kristen's a bit of a wild child, but she just kept going and going and going for the entire trip back to the airport. At least she hadn't changed much.


Mardi Gras

I was staying with Debbie in New Orleans. We had last seen each other a "just" a few weeks ago when she came up to Edinburgh, so it was great to get to spend time with her again. And we actually just did a lot of that. We went out a few times with her roommates, Donna and Ciaran, but they went away for Mardi Gras weekend to Houston and weren't around that much. So Deb and I had the chance to hit some parades and I got to meet some of her friends.

A lot of people I knew from my years at Tulane were back in town for the holiday (of course, a good number still haven't left!). Brad Beattie, with whom I spent an entire semester making up song lyrics during a EE course and who is still a good friend, threw a Mardi Gras party where I saw lots of familiar faces. A group of us can be seen here. After the party things got a bit hectic. But when all was said and done, I think I was in bed by midnight. Of course, we started at about 2PM.


Cowboy Mouth

In four years at Tulane I never managed to see a Cowboy Mouth concert. They're a New Orleans band that have received some national airplay and are pretty good. Well, I enjoy them. Deb had seen them several times, as had most of my friends. While I was in town they were doing what they claimed would be their last NOLA concert until 2000, or something like that. Anyway, a group of us got tickets. Actually, Debbie and I wound up with two each, so some of her friends came along as well. I guess they did more than come along, because we used their house as a meeting point and they drove us to the concert.

Before heading off for the show, a group of us went to Nola's, an Italian restaurant. I mention it only because I have this picture. Anyway, we're at the concert, having a pretty good time, but still listening to the opening band. Most of us have also had a bit to drink. One of us, who shall remain nameless or else her lawyer-to-be self might chase me down, had much too much to drink. To edit the story down a bit (and because my memory is a bit hazy as well), she ended up getting home thanks to the ever-sober and generous Scott Schull, but managed to get both of us fairly bruised in the process. When I went to some job interviews the next week I don't think they believed me when I told them I recieved the marks from helping a friend. But they offered me a job anyway.


Post Mardi Gras

Lest you think my entire week in New Orleans was all fun and games, let me inform you that I did go running around Audobon park a few times. The weather was usually pretty nice and it was wonderful to run in the sun. I was also rudely awakened several morning by jackhammering in the car park across from Deb's apartment. Something compelled them to start at 8 or 9 in the morning and the apartment was perfectly positioned to capture the full range and volume of the acoustic horror they were creating.

The day I left NOLA was Debbie's birthday. To be honest, I had forgotten that when I booked the tickets, but we made plans to celebrate the night before. After much fussing around, we made reservations at Brennann's, famous for its Bannannas Foster. That's a marvelous concoction of the fruit, some icecream, some brandy, and oodles of other great stuff. The dinner was a lot of fun, and our waiter was pretty friendly -- he brought out some complimentary champagne for Deb's birthday and presented her with an all natural Mr. Potato Head as we were leaving. We posed with the tuber for a parting photo.

Once again, I left New Orleans. And although I always leave behind a lot of people that I care a lot about, I'm always kind of glad to be out of the city. It's not that I don't like, because I do, and I have a wonderful time when I'm there, but there's something alien about it. Even during four years there I knew that it would never be home, and my visits just reinforce that. But the Crescent City is definitely a great place to spend a holiday!


Last modified: Mon Aug 17 15:40:18 BST 1998