From There to Here

Thursday was another hell of a night in New Orleans, where we went to the House of Blues Voodoo Lounge for dinner and I ate a Po’ Boy Shrimp Sandwich, because if I’m not eating a Po’ Boy in New Orleans, it’s “not worth eating, according to the one New Orleans native in our midst. After dinner, I hit the casino to play some poker at Harrah’s in New Orleans, and then met up with everyone else at some jazz club on Frenchman Street.

After a while, some of us left and went back to Bourbon Street to spend the rest of the evening there, a little closer to the hotel. Had a great time, got to bed around 2 a.m. and made it back downstairs by 9:30 Friday morning in time for our session. We finished up, had some lunch, and around 2 p.m., we left for the airport. I got there in plenty of time, made it to the JetBlue ticketing counter and found out my 5:45 flight to New York had already been delayed until 6:15. Any more of a delay, and I was going to miss my connection to Logan in Boston. The plane didn’t take off until almost 7 p.m., and I thought I was pretty screwed.

But somehow, we made up time in the air, we got to New York in just over two and a half hours. I spent the flight watching The Longest Yard with Adam Sandler, and I was pleasantly surprised (I’d never seen it before). I made my connection at JFK too, with about 10 minutes to spare. Although then, we taxied at JFK for well over an hour before taking off, making me almost an hour late into Boston. What’s the deal, JFK? That airport is just way too damn busy.

Anyway, I made it home to Somerville just before 2 a.m. Basically 12 hours of traveling door-to-door from the hotel to the airport to the airport to the airport to my house, but I definitely had a good time, and I’d consider heading back to New Orleans again. That place is a lot of fun.

Now I’m going to catch up on sleep this weekend, read some e-mails, do some laundry and head back to work on Monday. Ah, good times.