If You Ask Me

Most of you know that over the past four years, my sister Linda, the Eldest Katzen, and I both lost our sons, our mother, and our sister. Saturday morning, we were talking on the phone and she stated that the two of us should take a few days and forget about everything; no worries, no tears, no responsibilities, and just have fun, like we used to do before life got complicated.

Totally out of the blue, I told her that I've never been to New Orleans. She asked if I had the computer on (like she had to ask), then told me to search for cheap flights from Kansas City, St. Louis, and Tulsa. She started searching for hotel deals. I booked flights from KC and she booked the hotel. The total price for both is so low, I'm too ashamed to quote it.

So, we're heading to the Big Easy and staying on Conti Street in the French Quarter 10/10-10/14!!11!!!eleven!!1!

I barely slept last night, and a couple of times today at work, I got so excited, I actually felt a bit fluttery, bordering on nauseous.

Now, here's where you all come in. Since I've not been at all, and Linda hasn't been for dangerously close to twenty years, neither of us have a real clue what is hot and what is not. Aside from having a Hurricane at Pat O'Brien's and dinner at Oceana, what else do we need to make a point to see/do?