Our good friends had been planning for months to vacation in New Orleans... We knew they had an open invitation for friends to join their trip but with The House Drama of 2014 we could not commit to going. At the very last second, Coach declared Fudge It and booked a hotel room with only 49 hours notice. And we took off on our first ever Road Trip as a couple. We decided to only tell Really Nice Guy and surprise The Teacher. And after only 45 stressful minutes chasing her oblivious stubborn a$$ around the French Quarter, we finally cornered her and the weekend commenced!
Inside The Pirate Bar.
Coach standing against our hotel room.
The tour, a little rehearsed.
Random snaps on my favorite streets in America...
Final Assessment of my third trip to New Orleans: I would go again. And again.
Who wants us to bum off their next trip??
Two days after returning to the real world, Coach Commented to me: I already miss your smile...
1 comment:
I feel like an important part of the story was left out. How does someone with three children plan a last minute trip? Big help could have been Grammy saying go, I will come to your house and watch your children.
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