New Orleans Bound
I normally don’t get excited about trips until I’m at the airport, ready to take off. But I find myself starting to get excited about heading to New Orleans this week.
The last time I was in Nola, I…
- ate beignets at 3am—on more than one occasion
- met a voodoo priestess
- was blown a kiss from Dr. Love
- listened to Irvin Mayfield hold one perfect note for a minute on his trumpet
- got serenaded by a random dude
- drank enormous rum drinks at 9am, surrounded by pirates
- got an awesome story idea I’ve yet to work on
Who knows what’ll happen this time? I love the anticipation of the unknown, but I’m weird that way. There are two things I’m especially looking forward to:
- Seeing my sister, who’d flying out the second week to meet me.
- Being inspired by New Orleans magic.
Have you been to New Orleans? It has a strange energy. It’s lively and welcoming, but at the same time there’s an undercurrent of darkness, all wrapped in a prevailing sense of history. Because of its layers, it appeals to my creativity. I totally understand why authors, actors, and other creative types choose to live there. If I wrote thrillers, I might choose to live there a few months of the year (San Francisco holds my heart).
Still, I don’t know if it’s New Orleans itself or just going to a different setting that makes my writer self woozy with pleasure and relief. I’m definitely looking forward to being nourished.
Where do you like to rejuvenate? What feeds your soul? How do you feel about pirate bars?
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