Hand Between My Legs, Creole N****ger

I am 40!!!! Yay!!

I wish I can have confetti burst out every time I say that because I am so happy to be 40. This is a great turn of events because for weeks I was anxious, but God turned it around. Won't He do it?!!

Anyway, I celebrated with a last minute trip to to New Orleans. I wanted to go to Puerto Rico, but it was too expensive. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. It doesn't take much to entertain me so just seeing the city was good for me. I mistakenly booked the wrong hotel. I thought I was booking a hotel in New Orleans, but it was 45 minutes away. It was still okay. I also booked an AirBNB for the first time because I needed to fly out of Chicago and I didn't want to have to drive to Chicago so I took the train and that limited me on my travel (the train only ran certain times, my flight was leaving at 8am and I live 3 hours away...) The AirBNB experience was not great.

This was my first experience with AirBnB so I didn't know what to book and what to expect. I booked at $40 room and it was just that....a $40 room. Think crappy Motel 6. So on the way back from Chicago I booked an $80 room and it was less crappy, but still crappy. The good thing is that I only needed a place to sleep and shower. So no biggie.

Anyway....

I was so tired when I got to NOLA, but the first thing I did was go to the French Quarter.

I got beignets and a muffaletta because I was hungry. I saw lots of bands playing on the streets and the art was amazing. I love the look of New Orleans. I met a Mardi Gras Indian Chief. Thta was wild. I saw orange feathers walking down the street. WHAT IN THE WORLD? It was hot too, so why was this orange little bird walking down the street?! He stopped so people could take his picture and I snapped a few shots and asked about his costume. I was immediately corrected. It wasn't a costume, it was a suit. I didn't hear his whole story, so I was thinking that he was an Indian Chief in an orange feather suit. It wasn't until later when learning about Mardi Gras that I realized he wasn't an Indian Chief. LOL.

I walked down to the river and back up. I even took a pic with a black man in a gorilla suit. Too funny. I asked him what his deal was because he was just grabbing people to take pics with. He told me he was a former rapper (he named some groups that I didn't know), but he needed a stchick. So the gorrilla suit was his thing. Then he told me to put some money ins his pocket. LOL. If I was a drinker I would have not been without a place to drink, but the alcohol was flowing.

After walking all around the French Quarter. I headed to the hotel and went to bed.

On Wednesday it rained so I just walked around the mall. It was a small mall, but like I said I am easily amused so it didn't bother me. I was just enjoying myself.

While walking around in the mall a guy comes up to me. He sees my "Happy 40th Birthday" button and he starts talking to me about my birthday and what I was doing there. He was there to promote his business. I asked him what people did down there in the rain and he mentioned if I had a boo, then I would hand out with my boo. I laughed and told him that that is exactly what I would be doing if I had a boo, but since I was single, I needed something to do. He asked me what I wanted to do. I said I wanted to some crawfish. He said he knew a place. I followed through the storm to a crawfish place and we got 3lbs of crawfish, sausage, corn, and potatoes. He came back with me to the hotel lobby and we talked and ate crawfish. I had never had crawfish before. It was okay. It reminded me of a mix between shrimp and lobster. But it was cheap and you eat with your hands. I had a good convo with the guy I met and he was FINE. And we had a LOT in common. But....

He was 28. DANG!!! Anyway, we had a good time talking and by the time we finished the rain had

stopped and I headed to canal street to hang out. The trolley cars on Canal street scared me. As I was driving, I had to stop on the tracks for the light, so I was scared that I would be blocking the trolley, not realizing that the trolley cars had to obey the stop lights too. LOL. Canal Street reminded me of Michigan Ave, but smaller. Another thing that reminded me of Chicago was all the homeless people. Downtown Chicago you see them, but there are way more in NOLA. I mean, I walked down one street in the French Quarter and there was a girl laying in this alcove on a mattress. WOW. You really don't see that in Chicago. Also, there was a tent city underneath the bridge. That amazed me. At the end of the night I got a text from my new friend. He wanted to hang out with me at the hotel. No problem at all. I love company. We chatted and watched TV, then he spend the night....

Now....let me rewind a lil....

When I told my aunt I was going to NOLA, she said to me, "Don't you mess with no Creole N*****gga. I laughed and laughed. She didn't. She was serious. I didn't think much about it when I met Casey. I mean, I was just happy to meet a guy. I haven't been on a date in forever and he was nice and looked good and we had a good time together. I felt like we are two adults and if he wants to stay the night, that's fine. I just told him that he needed to keep his body parts to himself. He was cool with that. He tried to kiss me, but I wasn't feeling it. I mean I did make this vow to myself....

The problem is that I enjoy and nice warm hard body next to me, holding me at night. So, it became a
problem when he put is hand between my legs in the middle of the night. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN.....my only saving grace was the fact that Aunt Flo was in town. So, yes we kissed and was all over each other, but no hanky panky. THANK YOU, JESUS! I have no idea how I figured I would be able to control my body. But, THANKS BE TO GOD WHO ALWAYS......

Anyway, we finally went to sleep. The next morning was another round of rolling in the hay, but his stick wasn't taking a dip. LOL. He left, I took a shower (even thought I enjoyed smelling like him). When I got out the shower, I realized that even though we didn't do the doo Aunt Flo had spilled over all in the bed. I'm glad he didn't see that, that would have been embarrassing.

I went to the French Market on Thursday and then went to the Lower Ninth Ward. I don't know what I expected, but it just looked a little like the south side of Chicago, but with a NOLA flair. There was a Lower Ninth Ward museum that I wanted to visit, but it was closed by the time I got there. After that I went to the Jazz in the park event. I saw the Mahalia Jackson Center. Then went to a paint party. This isn't my painting, but mine looks just like this. During the paint party there was a parade. Yep, a parade at 8pm in the dark. Only in NOLA. They told me that it was probably someones wedding. So when I left the paint party I went the Frenchmen street and that's exactly what it was. And it was May 4th, so there was as storm trooper too. They were having a blast. I left there and went back to the hotel. After I got me a Po Boy sandwich, or course. and my friend came to visit again. And yes, as we were sleeping he tried to get me again. It was fun, but again, thanks to Aunt Flo, it was a NO GO. LOL.

The next morning while rolling around with him, I got calls from my friends and family wishing me a happy birthday. THAT TRULY MADE MY DAY. The last call came from my aunt. "You didn't get you no Creole Dick, did you? " I cracked up and laughing and made her say again on speaker phone because right at that moment I was laying on top of him with his Creole Dick pressing up against my hot button.

"You didn't get you know Creole Dick, did you?" She asked while I was laughing.

"I tried to give it to her, she didn't want it!" He laughed and said. And we both were cracking up laughing. My aunt did't hear his reply. I got of the phone with her and Casey and I went to find something to eat, runs some errands and then I was off to the airport.

I got back to Chicago so tired and so late because the flight had to sit on the tarmac because there was no gate to pull into, Then I was so hungry I stayed in line at the only restaurant that was still open after 10pm at the aiport--McDonalds. I got to my less crappy AirBNB at almost midnight and I crashed.

It didn't dawn on my until I got home that my aunt was warning me because she knew that some

people will go on vacation and have sex. My mind was blown. Sex was the last thing on my mind and slowly I started wondering if that was his purpose for hanging out with me. Yes, we friended each other on FB while we were there, but since the trip I have gotten no text, my inbox message, nothing. LOL