New Orleans: Day 2

After an evening I'd sooner rather forget, I have recovered from my drunken antics from the night before. I did return to the French Quarter, where I met two black girls who invited me out with them, but instead came back to my place and an almost threesome was to follow. However, it was all a ploy to rob me of my credit card while distracting me with sexual distractions. Which they failed, having stolen instead, my debit card with Visa internet purchase abilities. I called the bank and had that taken care of. So the fun continues this morning after a lengthy recovery. It is now time to head out, and explore the city in a more sober fashion.

I expected to learn a lot about myself and grow from travelling, and I did. For some time, I had always wanted some sort of sexual experience. I get it now, that it's not the sex I miss, it's just the woman I once had sex with. Without going into it too deeply… It's not about the act, as much as the person. If I am not in love… I just don't get off. It's sensationless. Boring. Empty. That's how I felt last night. Probably going to be a big re-occuring problem with my love life, but that's not what this blog is about.

After a long sleep in, I made my way to conchone butcher. A great restaurant. I met a woman named Mindi there, and we ate and walked along the riverside to the French quarter. I made my way back to the hotel, and then went to Frenchman street. I listened to real new Orleans music at maison where I drank a Saranac, and then stopped in to a restaurant for dinner. It was an unnecessary meal, but this is my last night. I wanna try crawfish. I'll be up late doing laundry. I'll be up early too to drive to Austin. I've got a lot to think about still. Like, how far do I go?

New Orleans is delightful. Filled with great food, music, seedy under belly and plenty to do, this town really is one of a kind.

Tomorrow, Austin. This trip is going as planned. But for the most part, I have to decide how my story unfolds. I don't see a clear path. What do I want at the end of the day... I'm feeling a bit lost, not a lot, but just a tiny bit. I mean… My life parallels this adventure. I have no idea where to go next, nor do I know what I should do next with my life… Do I go to Vancouver? Do I go back home? When I get back home, what do I do then? I can't work minimum wage forever. It really isn't practical. So how then, can I make the most of this experience?