I mentioned in my post about Anna Maria Island that I was hesitant to go partially because of the quick turnaround to attending my own (much more legitimate…) conference.
…before breakfasting on the road to New Orleans.*
And while a conference in New Orleans SOUNDS like we should all be screaming “PAAAAARTY!” at the top of our lungs, I think the most wild and crazy we got was sneaking one too many pralines at the Public Health Education & Health Promotion Social.
OK,my friend Christine and I DID take advantage of our “buy one get one free” drink card in the hotel bar, where we discovered what had the potential—if we were different kind of gals in a different situation–to become the most dangerous drink in the city.
Thankfully, the rain that threatened never came, and the cold front held off until Monday, so I was able to walk to get my gumbo fix the first night in town. Gumbo that’s truly gumbo–not the gumb-faux I make that doesn’t have anything that even resembles a freckle on a roux’s face–is UNREAL. Served with an entire loaf of crusty, warm French bread? Perfection.
My dinner was rather un-photogenic, but luckily Christine shared some of the much more beautiful (if fuzzy*) pepper-jelly glazed Brussels (and beets) she ordered.
But, in all honesty, conferences in cool locations are almost a let-down, because you see more of the inside of a hotel or conference center than you do the lovely city. I think there should be a campaign on behalf of Podunk, USA to start earning revenue by bringing conferences there.
If only because there aren’t epic hotel complimentary breakfasts in most podunk towns, and y’all KNOW the complimentary breakfast also turns into complimentary snacks (and even replacement lunch) with strategic food selection* and a well-sized purse.
Luckily, the conference catering also provided a rather swanky spread at the aforementioned social, featuring a number of NOLA inspired goodies (not least of which was a chili white corn hush puppy with apricot jam that was AMAZING….).
One of my professors also utilized my ability to rapidly organize through text to take all of the doctoral students in attendance out to dinner, where the portions were generous and I gorged on cornbread muffins (and, due to an upset stomach–not from the muffins– saved most of a spicy cajun mixed grill for later).
Speaking of posters and research, if you don’t hear from me for awhile it’s because while the city may be calm, my life is not. Back to PhD life and due dates all before Thanksgiving! Hurrah!
But for the moment, think about what it might be like to watch a highly sexualized version of Twelfth Night set in 1920s New Orleans where the actors break out into the contemporary songs rewritten for the themes of the play.