It begins

So, I flew into New Orleans yesterday. We went out and walked down Bourbon Street.

Things I learned:

- Only old white people go to New Orleans
- There are a lot of cops
- I hate being weak and wish luggage could disappear and reappear
- Men are creepy
- Jazz music is cool
- This job will kill me
- Watching a white girl do the worm and learn to booty dance from a black girl is the best thing ever
- Watch out for horse shit

Now I'm waiting for my flight from New Orleans to Houston. Yay!