Home Again!

As much as I enjoy traveling, I love coming home again more.  We got up early Monday morning and drove back to Memphis, getting in around 12:30.  Walter went to work and I went to the grocery store!  Monday night we ate comfort food:  spaghetti and salad and ice cream.  Soooo good!

Speaking of ice cream, or rather, frozen yogurt, we had some Pinkberry's in New Orleans.  This is real frozen yogurt, not fake ice ream.  It has that tangy yogurt taste.  I did a little web search and came up with a recipe.  I'll let you know if it compares.

More from the street parade on Saturday:

A street parade for some unknown reason

The Vice-President (of the United States) was in town on Sunday.  The Secret Service made Pam and me detour around the block where he was doing whatever he was doing - we look so dangerous...  So no picture of Mr. Biden.

Sunday we went to the New Orleans Museum of Art where a very mean lady at the reception desk told us that the Brooks Museum was not reciprocal.  Pam checked online with the Brooks and it's not, but she didn't have to be so mean about it.  It's a pretty good museum, but we like the Brooks better.  This Kandinsky was donated to the museum by the owner of Longe Vue:

Week of October 31 - November 6

Believe it or not, I didn't cook this week!  We traditionally get takeout on the day we drive back from Blowing Rock and Monday was no exception.  Tuesday night was my Search class at Rhodes and Walter worked late, so it was takeout again.  Wednesday we had dinner at Circa with our friends Bill and Megan who were in town from Wilmington, NC visiting his sister.  Thursday was a full day so I just went by Lucchesi's and got lasagna and salad.  So that's that.

Friday morning we got up at dark-thirty and drove to Vicksburg, MS, so that Walter could inspect a shopping center he's appraising.  Then it was on to New Orleans!  More about that later...

But I must at least tell you about our hotel, the Windsor Court.  We're staying here because Walty doesn't like staying in convention hotels with 2000 rooms. (We're here for the National Association of Realtors convention - NARdigras.)  So one of our friends recommended this place and it's very nice, aka expensive.  When we arrived at 4:30, our room was not ready, so they sent us to the bar and gave us a drink on the house, which was nice.  Then we got to our room, billed as a "junior suite."  Room 711.  First red flag, it was next to the elevator.  That's bad.  Second clue:

Can you even begin to guess what this is?  Yes, it's the television!  There's a button on the nightstand and the tv rises slowly from the top, like a stripper popping out of a cake in slow motion.

Talk about bad feng shui.

Note the unpacked suitcase.





Third, Walter had specifically requested a room on an upper floor and seven is not so great in a 28 floor hotel.  We had a great view of the hotel air conditioners.  Then our friends Steve and Pam called to tell us they were in the hotel.  Room 1710.  That was it.  Walter went to the desk, was his usual calm and patient self (I didn't go with him) and we were moved to room 1814, with an upgrade to a full suite.  The only bad thing is that we have two double beds instead of a king, but hey.  I can still hear Walter snoring, so I'm at home.

Here's the view from our new, better, balcony:

The 18th floor is better!