It’s Party Time. 4-15-12

I had been hearing about the French Quarter Fest, and we had taken the street car past it. I wanted to make the trip and try some of the food. I love to try things, which may not be appealing to Boop. I try not to get anything too spicy because I know it will be hard on her. Fortunately, Cajun food wasn’t as spicy in NOLA as the Cajun food we have. There is always hot sauce on the table; so I guess people spice their food up to suit them.

I couldn’t leave without trying some of the traditional eats, and the Fest was chock full of good eats. The gumbo with duck and andouille sausage sounded right up my alley, and they had beef po boys, which I hadn’t  seen before, and thought Mom might like. You know what happened next. I brought the stuff back, and Mom didn’t really care for anything. So, we listened to a bit of the zydeco music and watched the folks that were dancing for a few minutes, and then we headed to the mall to get some Mexican for Mom.

After a few more sessions at the conference, we headed out for dinner. We were going to the buffet at the casino, but of course, they didn’t let us in with the baby. We were a bit stumped about where else to go but decided to head down Fulton Street. We wound up at Mannings (of the Peyton and Eli persuasion), of all places, but it had pretty good food. I got a fried green tomato salad, jambalaya, and piece of pecan pie. We would have been doing really well had it not been for our flighty, generally incompetent waiter, but we survived him.

Waiting for the Waiter

There was one last thing I needed to do: get the payment for the posters sorted. It looked sooo much closer on the map. Mom said she would take care of the baby while I got it sorted—to not take time to feed Boop, just to go on. I told her that I would be back in about 15 min., to please not give her formula for the quick trip. You know what happened. The Kinkos was far, the worker said I would need to speak to the manager who wasn’t there, their computer system was slow, it was getting dark, and 15 min. turned into 45 min. Mom was upset, nearly in tears because Boop was hungry and crying. I didn’t realize I had been gone that long, hadn’t taken the time to look at the time on my cell phone. I missed my friend’s poster for trying to feed Boop. I had planned to take Boop down to look at the posters, but it just didn’t happen.