Those are some huge clunkers!

My deepest apologises for this well overdue blog post – I see that my views have plummeted in the past month or so and I can understand that.
Ever since the trip from NOLA, things around here have been getting pretty hectic, and even though that trip was almost a month ago, I’ll still update you guys on it.

Oh yeah, I got a haircut

*Ignore all typos, spelling and grammatical errors*
So basically, the day after we went to New Orleans, Amy was misdiagnosed with bronchitis. After a week of antibiotics, her condition just got worse, and it turned out that Amy had the H1N1 instead: the swine flu. Amy was pretty much being in bedrest and I had to miss a few classes looking after her, and as soon as she got better, Bub had fallen sick too, but this time it was just a chest infection rather than what Amy had.
Oh hey, it turns out that I’m kinda invincible! Everyone Amy came in contact with got sick with all kinds of things, and given my close proximity and how I absent mindedly share drink and food with her:
♪Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did, looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid~♫.
I’m an ox you say? Damn striaght..!
So, in New Orleans, Amy had as much fun as someone with the swine flu could have – she was doing pretty well at the beginning of the day, but as the day streches out, anyone in her position would be totally knackered.
We stopped by the aquarium first to kill some time before Mike got off work. Since he was born and raised in New Orleans, he’s pretty much qualified to be a tour guide. His routes around are crazy, but they sure enough get us where we wanted to be.
We felt like little kids running around the aquarium, looking at all the stingrays and sea turtles – especially the sea turtles (don’t we act just like the aquariuses aquarians we are?). They had the dome tunnel you walk through with sharks and fishes swimming over head, and most of the walls being the side of the glass tanks. It’s a small but fun aquarium. Though it doesn’t sound much different to any other, with stingrays, manatines, penguins and seals, it was quite fun walking around and taking in everything. I felt kinda sad for the penguins with the tags clipped onto their feet/wing, and I was totally in-tranced by the hypnotic lights of the jellyfishes. We felt kinda bad when we came across a little play park that was in the aquarium, and all the parents bought their kids, and me and Amy only bought ourselves. Needless to say, me and Amy felt kinda selfish at that moment in time.
Walking by the riverwalk, we headed towards the French Market, not necessarily to do some hardcore shopping, but just to enjoy the people and the atmosphere. Me and Amy were very much entertained by the street performers with their break dancing, singing puppetry and, quite originally, tap dancing. We chilled in a little café with live blues playing in the background – I’m adapting very well to the café cuisine around here: gyro sandwiches (which is basically a very posh and better tasting version of your drunken kebabs) and variously filled po-boys.
New Orleans, or in fact, Lousiana itself, is famously known for their coffee. We didn’t pre-book the hotel in advance so when Mike came down, we stopped by a coffee shop to see what was the best deal for us (the Edgar Degas Hotel sounded prety cool) – stopping at red lights trying to catch wifi from the various shop around us can only work for so long..
We found ourselves an apartment complex than was altered to become a hotel, with a lounge, a kitchen and a swimming pool with a hot tub outside. A hot tub – what me and Amy souled to seek in our hotel, and though it wasn’t in our room, at least they had one outside. However, we didn’t decide to go in it, in fear of Amy becoming more sick; but still, a mere dipping of the feet was still nice. Amy at this point was still coughing up a lung, poor baby
We enjoyed the night life, walking around the streets, walking into various bars and the occasional Irish pub (baha), and coming back to what it feels like to be your own apartment. The negative side of the city that parties until the early ungodly hours of the morning is that they reopen their shops and grocery stores at an ungodly hour in the afternoon. I walked many a blocks to find some milk for coffee, finding out that I had to walk an few more miles just for one blimin’ pint. Needless to say I gave up and got lost on the way back to the hotel.
After thawing out for a few hours, with Amy coughing out her second lung, we passed by the French Market again, this time all the stalls were there and the weather was nicer. So, we browsed and bought a few bits and bobs – a huge oriental fan that I managed to haggle down to $13 – yes, my mother would be proud – which has now replaced a big painting by Monet in our living room. We searched high and low trying to find a place that sold burgers, a craving that all 3 of us had. Turns out that for every decent burger place (especially the one called Yo Mama’s, getting directions to there was pretty hilarious – “Hey, where’s Yo Mama’s?”) you had to be 21 to get into because they have video poker; you have to be 21 to gamble. With our stomaches grumbling, and with our fists raised to THE MAN, THE SYSTEM, we only place we could find was a gothic pub that served some Igor burgers (brutal, right?). We were so hungry, we didn’t even care anymore. It wasn’t even that bad I suppose – as soon as we started eating, a live all female band started playing music similar to a band called Kittie.
It was a nice getaway weekend, but I guess we would have enjoyed it more if Amy was feeling better. The weeks that followed consisted of Amy and Bub recovering, and me studying for my midterms (which are now over, finally).
My parents and my sister are going to be in Texas in two weeks time, and will make their way over to Louisiana a couple of days after, so if you guys want to send me something *COUGH BATTY COUGH*, then just hand it over to my parents or my sister whenever you see ‘em. Amy’s family has planned a barbeque for the Easter weekend so all the families can get together and enjoy themselves over some grilled alligator and squirrell (just half kidding).
I apologise to all those who’s birthdays have passed that I haven’t said happy birthday to – it was rude of me since I had so many birthday messages even from people I’ve never really spoken to. I’ve been living without facebook for a while just because I have a lot of housework and homework on my hands.
Hopefully I’ll make a little post within the next week because I spent my Friday with my statistics professor, eating lunch with him, and I went to a gay bar with Amy and her friends last Friday night. Amongst everyone making me get on stage being used as a prime example of a straight guy, and being teased in the bathroom that only had curtains – no doors or locked, it was actually a really fun night. Gay bars make me feel very safe in it’s own way – no one’s out to spike drinks or out to sexually harass like all the other bars, everyone’s out to have a good time, dancing to rap and Britney Spears (lololol). But anyway, more on that next time.
So, until then, you guys have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do~

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