Earlier this month I attended a diabetes educator conference in New Orleans. I thought it was ironic that a conference on diabetes would meet in a city known for its gluttony and rich foods. You can be sure I took some notes (in between gluttonous bites of rich food) for an upcoming blog post, documenting my shallow impressions of the Big Easy.
I was there for two days before I figured out what NOLA stood for. As soon as I uttered the question, “What’s NOLA?” it hit me: New Orleans, LA. Even though I said “I get it!” at the same time someone with an eye roll told me the answer, it didn’t count. I was definitely not cool. In more ways than one.
In Maine, meteorologists make us feel worse about winter when they interject ‘wind chill factor’ in every other sentence. In NOLA, they harp on the ‘heat index,’ which was off the charts during my off-season stay.
Despite the heat, I spent most of the time shivering in conference rooms that would have made a comfortable habitat for penguins. So to get warmed up, some new friends and I went out one evening to give my arthritis some relief.
We saw some truly amazing sights.
Unicorn – How many people witness this sight overlooking Jackson Square?
Cafe Du Monde snowstorm – I know everyone goes here, but have you ever seen it snow when it is 95 degrees?
Hot Sauce display – Can it get any hotter? You bet!
The Garden District – This is a popular destination but look what we saw when we strolled past Ann Rice’s home.
Cajun Food – How can you go wrong when you eat at a restaurant named ‘Cochon’ which means pig in French?
Sink in local bar – We got advice to check out a bar located in the wealthy Garden District and I tried NOLA wheat beer.
The Spotted Cat – Instead of going to Bourbon Street we went to Frenchmen Street and caught a glimpse of this jazz band.
Foolish fun – Have you ever heard of the ‘Hash House Harriers?’ It is a ‘Drinking club with a running problem’ and they were holding their annual Red Dress Run. Men and women were drinking and running in red dresses. This is a form of exercise I think I could get into, even when it is HOT.
I wish I could have stayed to see who won the Red Dress Run, but homesickness and a room malfunction made me ecstatic that I was going home.
I’m never sure whether I can get the seat cushion out, and hang onto it in case of a ‘water landing.’ So I played it safe on the flight home.
Have y’all ever been to NOLA? Was it Red Hot? Do you like cochon? Have you ever seen a man run a race in a red dress? Would you like to?
Note: all photos by Shallow Reflections except featured image courtesy Pixabay.