Preservation Hall

November 17th, 2010

We didn’t arrive in New Orleans until Friday night around 7pm. By the time we dropped off our bags at our B and B and wriggled free of the owner who wanted to tell us all about his massive collection of college yearbooks (he owns 7000) we just decided to head down to the French Quarter and walk around. It was a beautiful night. We stopped for a drink at The Old Absinthe House. I asked for a New Orleans beer, but the bar was so loud that I couldn’t understand what the bartender said about their selection of beers, so I changed my order to a margarita. We got our beverages to go and started walking down Bourbon street. I drained my glass a bit too rapidly and In a matter of minutes the French quarter was spinning. I am a horrible lightweight when it comes to booze anyway, but the eight dollar margarita was potent. So I am staggering down Bourbon street and the Country Doctor is just trying to keep me upright. We meandered crazily through an art gallery. Suddenly everything is hilarious to me and then I am crouching down in front of a painting going on and on about how beautiful it is.  It’s so beautiful!  OMG So Beautiful!   The CD hauled me out of there and got me into a cafe where after a plateful of gumbo, my vision cleared.

After that, the Country Doctor refused to buy me any more alcohol, so I made him stand in line at Preservation Hall. We waited a half an hour to get into the building and hear the Jazz Masters swing.  Definitely worth the wait.

Comments

  • Kay in KCMO:

    HA! I’m also a bit of a lightweight so I can empathize (just picturing you giggling at everything and crouching in front of a painting – I’ve done something similar).

    The Preservation Hall pic is terrific.

    • Me, too! Everything is so entertaining when you have a buzz on!

  • Yep. Definitely worth the wait, they are. Next time make it a Hurricane. And the best New Orleans beer is Abita Springs. I am jealous! EFH

    • Rechelle:

      I did eventually become a crack addict to Abita beer. It’s really great. Hope I can find some in Kansas.

  • I’ve never stayed at a B&B, and part of the reason is my general misanthropy, and my dislike of friendly people all up in my business. I wondered if most B&B owners might be a special breed of people who just leave you alone to enjoy the charming lodgings, but apparently they’re *not* all like that. And now I can probably NEVER stay in one. Thanks, Rechelle. That’s not sarcastic, really – thank you for saving me from potential misery and embarrassment.

    Also, I’m not sure what they put in the liquor down in New Orleans, but one of my dad’s favorite stories concerns my mom, several Hurricaines, and having to throw her over his shoulder to get her back to the hotel. So you’re not alone. :-P

  • Sara:

    We’ve only stayed at a B&B once. That was enough for us. The owners were members of the local volunteer fire department and we heard all we ever wanted to hear and *more* about FD training, funding, politics, etc. over breakfast our last morning. It might have been better if we hadn’t been the only guests. Still unpleasant, though.

  • Bridget:

    I forgot to tell you not to miss the bathrooms in the airport, but you may not have flown to NO. But the bathrooms in the airport have plastic wrapped toilet seats and when you need a new covering you push this button, and the seat automatically gets wrapped in a new plastic sheet. It is probably very wasteful, but I have yet to see another bathroom like this. I am not sure why I have only seen them in New Orleans? Years later and I am still impressed. I need to get out more.

    I lived in New Orleans for a few years and I still miss it. I am enjoying reading about your trip as it brings back so many good memories and I can picture all the places you have been talking about.

    Preservation Hall! One of the best places in New Orleans. It sounds like you had a wonderful trip and it sounds like you hit all the right places. Oh yum gumbo. Now you have me craving duck gumbo.

    If you can’t find Abita around you- I would be happy to mail some to you. My favorite is the Purple Haze.

    • Rechelle:

      Is that the raspberry wheat? – because that was my favorite one too. Yum!