After the show in Tupelo, MS, we boarded our buses for the journey to New Orleans. I was nervous about this check in because I have never had good luck at New Orleans hotels. It seemed my worry was for nothing as Brooke, the front desk agent, even met the buses outside with the key packets at 4:30am.
Freshly showered and dressed, I walked towards the French Quarter. Bourbon Street was a mistake. There is nothing there except tee shirt shops, strip clubs and tourist restaurants. When I wasn’t dodging urine and stale beer, I was trying to get past tourists walking slow enough as though not to be noticed by an imagined motion detector.
I found a place for an early lunch and an oyster po’ boy sandwich. It was beyond perfection. I walked back to the hotel, packed up and headed down to the buses. Today is Valentine’s Day and like New Year’s Eve, it is a time when being single stings. The swirl of flowers, cards and chocolate-covered strawberries remind you that you have not found someone to share romantic silliness. Being away from home and the boss on tour means you are not going to anytime soon.
You had me at po' boy.
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