Torturing the Uber With New Orleans
The bride and groom from the wedding in Charleston last Saturday are honeymooning in New Orleans this week. On the drive back to Columbia the Uber mentioned he thought that was a strange place to honeymoon. I suggested maybe they chose it because it looks so much like Charleston. The architecture is very similar, especially in the historic districts.
"Who would want to go to New Orleans?" he asks. "I’ve never had any desire to go there. Have you?" In case you didn’t realize it, this is a trick question. The Uber is already confident I will agree with him. That’s because my husband is the traveler in the family. He LOVES to travel and goes on golfing vacations once or twice every month. Not me. I’m a homebody (or a bed-body, but we won’t go there *lusty grin*). I rarely go on vacation. But when I do there are only two places I like to go: Asheville, North Carolina, and New York City. Why? Because they give me everything I need to be happy away from home….great bookstores, great art galleries/museums, and great restaurants. What more could you want?
No, before you ask, I’m not a beach person. I may live in a sun-worshipping state, but I’m not a member of the sun-lovers club. I grew up in the Appalachian Mountains, so that is what runs through my veins (thus, my love for Asheville). Nothing bores me more than laying out in the sun on the beach or on a cruise. In fact, I threw away my bathing suit when I was twenty-three, and have been a proud pale-face ever since.
Back to the Uber’s question. You know what? I’ve never considered going on vacation to New Orleans. Hmm. But now he’s challenged me to think about it. And when I do, visions of Kenyon’s Dark-Hunters and Acheron race though my mind. So I reply, "Yeah, I’d love to go to New Orleans on vacation. Let’s do it!"
The Uber looks stricken, and his mouth drops open. "You’re kidding," he gasps, his face a shade paler than normal. "Where in New Orleans?" I smile confidently (Dear Goddess, I’m such a power-hungry wench when it comes it the Uber!). So I respond, "The French Quarter, of course." The Uber howls like he’s been shot. "Oh, no!" he exclaims. "You’re going to drag me through every Voodoo and Witch shop down there, aren’t you?" My smile is realllllllly big now. "Yeah," I say. "Totally cool, don’t you think?" The Uber starts moaning like he’s in serious pain, so I figure I’ll throw him a bone. "They also have some great sex toys shops down there," I add. "We should hit those too." He immediately stops moaning and starts grinning.
See? It’s like I always say. The way to a man’s heart is through his bone. *wicked grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
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September 27th, 2008 at 2:25 pm
Glad to know I’m not the only one who hates the beach. I grew up less than a block from a beach and I never went. The area I’m in (still) had a booming tourist business from those that do want to go to the beach. Bully for them.
I get the strangest looks when I go on my business trips that occasionally send me out west. Some of the most beautiful beaches and crystal clear water in the world; sure looking at it’s pretty but that’s about it for me.
September 27th, 2008 at 2:54 pm
Great to hear from you, Kona! Yeah, I grew up in the mountains. I hear this all the time, and it’s true. The mountains get in your blood, so you don’t even feel like you’re breathing right until the land starts to go up and down, and you’re back there again.
Water or flat hot beaches? Not my thing. But my husband didn’t grow up in the Appalachians, so he is crazy about low wet land like beaches, especially marshes. Yikes! Not me.
I love the low humidity out West. A real treat for anyone from the Deep South with our constant high humidity. I never knew 90 degrees could actually feel good on your skin until I went to Salt Lake City in August.
On the other hand I realized the Appalachians did another thing to me. I have a deep need for the color green. The mountains out West are dry and not green like the Blue Ridge here. So those mountains were pretty to look at, but didn’t give me the same deep sense of soul satidfaction the green Appalachians do.
The magick of the land for sure!
xoxo
Laura Stamps
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
September 27th, 2008 at 3:17 pm
I grew up on the beach and still love it. But I tell you New Orleans was AMAZING!
September 27th, 2008 at 3:24 pm
See? This is what I’m thinking. And I already googled all the Witchy/Voodoo shops in the French Quarter. Plus all the sex toys shops. And I’ve already made a list.
Okay, I’m ready to go. *grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
September 28th, 2008 at 2:19 am
Mardi Gras = Major debauchery. Would so love to go there, and suspect that it wouldn’t be too hard to find a club where I could go dancing in cages in a slut outfit.
Also, I basically live on an island, and I can’t swim, don’t sunbathe (Which I truely don’t get…how’s it possible to read when the sun is frying you?!) and actually am more likely to wallow at home with a book.
September 28th, 2008 at 6:05 pm
Debauchery? Dancing in cages in a slut outfit? Yeah, that would be The French Quarter alright. *lusty grin*
You are such a wicked woman. Love it! What are you doing living on an island when you should be in the States getting into all kinds of naughty fun/trouble/fun???
xoxo
Laura Stamps
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
October 1st, 2008 at 10:22 pm
Hey, this island’s awesome. Just add some cages to the clubs and we’re all go.
October 2nd, 2008 at 1:12 pm
Sounds great! No cages? Oh, well. But you do have the appropriate “slut outfit,” right? Tell me about it. Inquiring minds want to know. *wicked grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)