As most of you know, I have an interview in
New Orleans this Saturday which meant that I had to get on a plane for the
first time… Well that was yesterday and this is how it went:
I spent Tuesday night going over all my
last minute stuff like laundry, packing and my schedule for the interview. At
about 11pm I drove to a Wal-mart up the street from California Clare and got a
few hours of shut eye, but by 4am I was awake and in search of coffee. At 5am I
let myself into Clare’s, she and Juan woke up about twenty minutes later, and
we all piled into the car in sub zero temperatures. The combined facts that it
was at most 4 degrees and that it was 5:30am shows you just how awesome these two
really are to drive me to the Worcester Train station.
So I caught the 6:30am to South Station in
Boston and was there within an hour and a half. Found the Silver Line bus
shuttle to Logan after some searching and was at airport security by 8:30am, well
ahead of schedule. I’m not sure what to make of airport security. Everyone had
to take off their shoes, even the little old lady in from of me, we had to take
all sorts of things out of our bags to be scanned separately, like laptops,
electronics, toiletries, and jewelry. I was there early so it was a quick
process and I was off to find my gate. We boarded at 10:30am and I like to
think that I at least looked like I knew what I was doing. Would you believe
that my first time on a plane and I got all three seats to myself? Talk about
luck, and then came lift off… I’ve decided that this is not my favorite part of
flying but the view of those clouds as the plane gets higher was something
else. After my morning I was asleep within the first twenty minutes and woke up
to the announcement that we would be landing in Charlotte.
From Charlotte to New Orleans I was
sandwiched in between an older woman doing Saduku and a businessman. I slept
off and on but kept walking up as my head tipped forward, which must have been
amusing for my two neighbors. The crowd was definitely different from the one
out of Boston. One guy had bought an extra seat for his Bow Fiddle, a women had
a violin, people were pretty friendly and talkative.
Touchdown in New Orleans at 4:30pm eastern
time (the switch is going to throw me off) and I made my way to the airport
shuttle. The driver was a gentleman of about 70 who kept calling me baby. My
hostel is in the garden district and he was heading to the French Quarter, so
he suggested I catch the next one. I told him that a tour of the city would be
fine and he took that much too literally. We drove around letting everyone else
off first (at their very swanky downtown hotels) and then he called dispatch to
tell them he had hit some traffic and would be a bit longer. He gave me a
personal tour of the French Quarter and the garden District pointing out all
the cool landmarks, then he gave me a tour of the neighborhood he grew up in,
which happens to be the same neighborhood that my hostel is in. Before I got
off the bus I had to promise him that I would stick to main roads and not
wander around at night. I am apparently staying right on the boarder between
the good and bad parts of town. You
might say that I am the railroad track.
So that was my day. I read a lot (the
Kindle came in handy) and went to bed early. Today I am doing nothing but
reading trashy novels and drinking fruity beverages and tomorrow is my
interview. I’m exhausted.
Be sure to get yourself some coffee and Cafe Du Monde and Beignets while you're there. You won't regret it!
ReplyDeleteHey, what's the weather like down there? I bet it's not 6 degrees at night! ;o)
ReplyDeletewhich end are you staying at there are interesting places on the north end of the quarter, a good crowd there not bad just different
ReplyDeleteGood luck on your interview today Ash. How is the weather down south?
ReplyDeletegood luck! I hope everything went well
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