So where did I leave off? I lost my driver's license the night before my flight back to Mississippi, and was up all night looking for it and eventually found it. Then my flights were delayed and delayed and I got back after eleven pee em. Is p.m. an abbreviation? Whatever for? Oh well. I should have kept up with this better, because now I can't remember anything that happened between Monday and Thursday. I knew everything I was going to share when I was writing but then Olivia fell and I never came back to it and now I forget everything. Oops.
Well on to the day after Olivia took her spill. I was helping Jacob put his socks on. He was laying down on his bed on his back, playing with his new lightsaber he got for Christmas. So really I wasn't so much helping him put them on as I was putting them on for him. He was holding the lightsaber over his head in a menacing, about to swing it down in a chopping motion and take you out with it, way. I told him, "Don't you hit me with that," and he said oh okay or something. He ended up smacking me upside the head anyway, but it wasn't hard he was just moving his arm and it bumped me, he didn't wind up and "let me have it." So he was like "Ooooh sorry!" expecting the wrath, but I said that it was okay, that it was an accident. "Yeah, it was an accident," he agreed. So we were out in the living room a few minutes later. I had my back turned to let Amber in the backdoor, and Olivia started bawling. Jacob had whacked her right in the forehead where she had hit it on the coffee table. He said it was an accident, and I was like, nice try, I just taught you that, so I confiscated his lightsaber and sent him to his room while I consoled Olivia.
The kids and I went to Maw Maw and Paw Paw's house on New Year's Eve. The drive wasn't too bad. The kids watched Star Wars the first half, then stopped at McDonalds. Olivia dumped her chocolate milk on the floor. I couldn't get the scene selection menu on the DVD to work, so it couldn't pick up where they left off before lunch, so it was my turn and I listened to music. They stayed awake, and only ended up sleeping for about half an hour. We got to Maw Maw's and unloaded, I got changed and all dolled up and set off for the French Quarter. It is probably twenty minutes from Maw Maw and Paw Paw's, but it took me over an hour to get there because I kept getting lost. I had a good time, but I didn't talk to anyone, no one approached me besides weirdos. The first guy, I walked into one of the gay bars on Bourbon Street and he came right up to me. I was like, ooh I didn't even make it to the bar haha go me. He introduced himself and asked if I was from around here. No. Oh, cause he wanted to know if I knew where to find some ecstasy. No sorry. Ugh. Haha.
I was hanging out at the Cat's Meow, where they have karaoke, and when I came out I stood off to the side of the building on the sidewalk and reapplied my lipstick. I carried a tube of lipstick and a mirror, because when I went out the last time, the shot girl at Razoo told me that I ought to have it on me, because I needed a touch up. Haha. So as I am puckering up in the mirror I got cat calls from this little band of people in the street, "HOTTIE!!!" Haha, that was one of the highlights. The thing that really made my night though, was getting a little pamphlet telling me to repent and go back to Jesus and stop my wicked, Bourbon St., partying ways. I am not kidding about that being a highlight, for some reason I was so happy when it was handed to me. I said "Yay religious propaganda!" out loud. Not that anyone could hear me though. It made me think of those shirts that say so and so went to such and such a place and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. I spent New Year's Eve on Bourbon Street and all I got was this lousy tract.
The last person that I talked to, I was sitting in Jackson Square, on the retaining wall where the fence is that encloses the grass part where the monument is. There were cars parked on the paved part. There was a guy standing between this white SUV I was sitting in front of and the wall I was sitting on. There was a DJ blaring over speakers at the front of the Square, assuming the Cathedral is at the back of the Square, I don't know. Anyway, this guy, I could tell he was talking to me, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. So I went over and he asked if this was my car. No. So he said, "Okay, because I'm going to pee here." I didn't respond or react because it didn't register what he had just said, so he said, "right now," and I heard "water running." I was like oh, because then it clicked and I ran away. It was funny even though it was nasty.
There was a Fleur de Lis dropping at midnight, like the ball that drops in New York, but I didn't get to see it. By midnight I was really just interested in leaving and I was trying to make it back to the parking lot. I was right across the street from the Fleur de Lis, but I was pinned against a building underneath a balcony by the mob so my view was obstructed. I saw some fireworks tho. I also saw a couple in the parking lot, laying on the asphalt making out, and under my breath I told them I hoped they got ran over. I didn't mean it but I was worn out and in no mood for such nonsense. Then I got right out of the parking lot but the cops held the traffic at the intersection I was at for a half hour to let the pedestrians go. I was so mad. Haha.
I slept until four then next day, and then we went out to the park with Maw Maw and Paw Paw and Aunt Michelle and Missy. I rode the carousel with the kids and a little roller coaster with Jacob, the entire time he looked stricken and was like whining that it was bad and scary, but when we got off he was going on about how much he loved it. I rode the tea cups with Olivia, and she kept telling me to stop spinning it, but it spun even when I wasn't doing it. We all rode the train around the perimeter of the park and Ms. Bonnie pointed out where Danielle and Darren's wedding reception was, which I remembered/recognized when she said that.
We had pizza after, and as soon as Ms. Bonnie finished telling everyone not to get anything on her table cloth, Missy dumped her Coke, all over the table, all over me just like Carrie, all over the rug and the floor. Everyone was laughing, and Missy could hardly breathe she was laughing so hard.
xoxo, Travvy
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