Remembering New Orleans (NOLA)

Warning: very long read & photo overload!

home of jazz music

I feel like walking down memory lane and reminisce my first taste of America.  In a few weeks' time, I will be traveling again to the land of milk and honey so I thought before my story gets old, I better share with you what I've done in 'The Big Easy' while I was on my very first business trip.  

I went to New Orleans, Louisiana late April of last year to attend one of the biggest Insurance conferences in the world.  I was sent as a delegate for our company's exhibition along with other colleagues from Marketing, Risk Management & Business Development Departments.  I remember how we braced ourselves for the trip -- the flight from Dubai was about 17 hours plus connecting times so by the time we landed in Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport, we were totally exhausted!  

I wasn't particularly happy with our connecting experience in Washington D.C.  We almost missed our flight to New Orleans because the queue was too long!  It was our first port of entry so we had to struggle to get to the immigration desk, get our luggage from the conveyor belt, bring it to another security check, and then queue again to get to our boarding gate.  I personally didn't mind the security thing.  But the time pressure -- sheesh!  My colleague and I scrammed to find our gate, and reached there 5 minutes before they closed.  We made a mental note to have at least 3 hours of connecting time when traveling to the States.  It was too darn stressful!  

By the time we arrived in New Orleans, it was already dark.  We took a shuttle bus to drop us off to our hotel, which is the Crowne Plaza in Canal Street.  I didn't realize the hotel we were staying at was located in a prime location -- the corner of Bourbon Street.  Now Bourbon Street is one of the most popular streets in the US.  If you've heard of their mardi gras, then this is the street where all of the 'fun' takes place -- world-famous red light district that tourists and locals alike visit eagerly.  Ok, let me rephrase that -- adult tourists and locals alike.  

When I finally checked-in and got to my hotel room, I was already famished.  I quickly secured my important belongings in the safe and rushed out to find some food.  Thanks to the next door neighbor McDonald's, I was stocked up in no time.  My next stop was at an electronics shop to buy a local sim card then hopped to a grocery store just across the road to grab some chips, candies and bottled water which were surprisingly more expensive than soda.  I also decided to grab a few trinkets as souvenirs as I thought I won't be able to do some shopping in the next coming days because of the busy schedule we had ahead of us.  Besides, I knew there'll be not much time for me to explore some shops there because by the time the conference finishes, the stores would then be closed for the day.  

After buying my necessities, I went straight to the hotel to rest.  I was a tad bit scared walking alone despite the many people flocking towards the Bourbon Street (it was Saturday when we arrived). It was a culture shock for me to see drunk men walking past me with their beers on one hand and a smoke on another (ciggy or weed, I have no idea!).  I only felt completely secure when I saw police officers patrolling the area.  Can't blame me -- New Orleans has the highest crime rate in the whole of America at the time of writing.  That same evening, I smsd my high school bestfriend, Freya who is based in Duluth, Georgia.  She called me thereafter and we had a pretty lengthy chat.  Unfortunately, neither of us were free to meet up so we made do with an hour of conversation over the phone.  By midnight, I willed myself to sleep with the telly switched on (ok, I am scared of staying alone in a hotel room, so please forgive me mother earth!).  By 5:00 am, I was already awake so I watched MTV to pass the time.  I was officially jet lagged.  

When it was already bright enough to go outside, I met up with my colleague Kevin to see the conference venue, the Ernest N. Morial Convention Center, which is situated right next to the Mississippi River. we were joined by Justin from TGP, our supplier for the booth materials and stands. 

I have to admit I was pretty bowled over by the enormity of the place – it was 1.1 million square feet exhibit space, and only for one level in one building! the ballrooms and the auditorium plus meeting rooms in the second floor were excluded.  In the middle of the ocular inspection, I could almost hear my feet complaining, even while wearing my Madrid Birkenstock pair.

By the time we finished, it was already time for lunch so we went to this restaurant in Canal Street to try on some local cuisine.  If you're familiar with the song ‘Jambalaya’ of The Carpenters, then you’ll have an idea of what New Orleans cuisine is all about.  My first local meal was a Po’boy, Louisiana’s traditional submarine sandwich.  And what best partners a yummy sandwich on a hot day?  A large strawberry daiquiri!

waiting for our daiquiris

When we were finished with our meal, we went our separate ways to prepare for the evening’s cocktail reception.  My hotel was just a few blocks away so I decided to just walk since I see everyone doing the same.  Nine West was almost in front of my hotel so I made a quick pit stop. After half an hour, I left the store with a new pair of pumps (remember the picture in this post?).  I also passed by this shoe discount store where I managed to get 2 pairs of shoes - a black ballerina pair of flats & cork-soled sandals, which totaled to $35.  First day pa lang, shopping na agad! Haha!

the streetcar in Canal Street

In the evening, we attended the cocktail reception at the Hilton Riverside Hotel, and the theme was ‘James Bond’ night.  When we entered the room, we felt like we were in a setting of the Casino Royale. there were some mock casino tables.  The delegates were given chips to play.  There was no betting involved – just plain fun all in the spirit of sticking to the theme, and it was a blast!

The following day was the official start of the show.  The exhibition hall was packed with delegates teeming from all directions.  It was well-attended considering the fact that it was held in one of the 'provinces' of the U.S. We were actually quite pleased because the event took place in New Orleans. One of the conference's goals was to help boost New Orleans' tourism and find jobs for the Hurricane Katrina victims. Anyway, the event went on like that for the next three days (read: B-U-S-Y!)  I I was  just so happy I brought with me my ‘conference shoes’ – an inch & a half heeled mules with just about the right cushion so even while I was standing up the whole time, my footsies barely had any discomfort.

The following days were mostly the same. but the unwinding part of each day started every 6:00 pm, where each global insurance company and broker would outdo one another by hosting various cocktail receptions and parties around town. We attended one at Mulate's, and at an exclusive quaint cafe in the French Quarter.  But our most favorite was the Marsh’s reception done at New Orleans’ Steam Boat Natchez.   It   We spent five hours mixing and mingling with the hosts and the guests.  There was a dixie band that played inside the steamboat, and drinks were overflowing!  They even had the drinks served in the traditional mason jar mugs which gave the evening a more local touch.  By 10:00 pm, a barge they had commissioned sailed down the Mississippi River for the fireworks display.  Everyone inside the steamboat rushed to the East side to watch, I thought the boat would keel over! 

at Mulate's

the Steamboat Natchez at the Mississippi River

The night before the last day of the conference, our group went our separate ways to shop a little.  I went to Riverwalk with Martin to buy some items from GAP, and then headed to Wal-Mart for some other good old American merchandise.  That's where I scored our Scrabble Deluxe.  Later in the evening, our group reconvened, and we treated ourselves to an evening at Bourbon Street to experience their kind of party.  We went bar hopping – with me just ordering daiquiris most of the time.  I was convinced to try rum and coke but only once, and I didn’t bother to give the drink another shot.

In Bourbon Street, I noticed that police cars are stationed in every corner – with at least 4 policemen on guard.  That made me feel safe despite being surrounded by a lot of intoxicated people on the road.  In Bourbon Street, you can carry your drink wherever you wanna go – a long as your drink is in a plastic cup.  As the bars were mostly open (as in you can see what’s happening inside from the outside – definitely not for conservative people!), loud music blasted from all directions. the bar that I  appreciated seeing though was the jazz preservation bar in Bourbon Street where they played authentic jazz music.

New Orleans, being known for the party life and ‘beads’ tradition during mardi gras, is also known for voodoo and fortune telling. funny enough, the night of my flight to New Orleans, we watched ‘The Skeleton Key’ on DVD starring Kate Hudson – and the setting was, where else, but in New Orleans, LA!  Imagine my fright!  Anyway, just for the experience, my colleagues and I went to try palm reading in the side walk and had each of our fortunes read.  I'm not a believer of such thing so I felt ripped off after paying $10 for a 5-minute session.

As a night capper, we went to the al-fresco Cafe du Monde and tasted their café au lait and French–style beignets which they are best known for.  This coffee shop located in the French Market at the French Quarter is open 24 hours, 7 days a week, and is always brimming with patrons.  Even after midnight, the place was still packed, making it difficult for us to find a table.

having our midnight snack, New Orleans style

The following day was easy for us all as it was the last day of the event, and the sessions were only until half of the day. I went to attend one of the sessions, which, by the way, was too technical for me. Immediately afterwards, I did a little walk-about by myself and explored the French Quarter, the oldest and most famous neighborhood in New Orleans.  Thank heavens the place was minimally damaged by Hurricane Katrina so most of the old buildings and establishments were still operational. On my way to the French Quarter, I made quick short pit stop at the Hard Rock Café where I bought some souvenirs for me and hubby. Then I went to the Jackson Square where the Saint Louis Cathedral was located.

souvenir shopping

at the Jackson Square

inside the church

After saying my prayers, I worked my way towards St. Ann Street where shops and galleries were lined up for tourists to visit.  I kept walking towards the French Market where I heard bargains are regular.  I also made a little visit to Aunt Sally's Original Creole Pralines Shop and grabbed some samples to bring home as pasalubong. At the French Market, I purchased a figurine of a jazz artist resting on a Bourbon Street sign, and a sketched artwork glued to a roof tile from an old building in Vieux Carre area (other name for French Quarter) dating back to 1700s.

French Quarter architecture at the background

checking out Aunt Sally's creole pralines

Walking back towards Canal Street, I heard some music coming out from this small building, which turned out to be the New Orleans Jazz National Historical Park.  I was cheerfully welcomed by the organizers, and was led to the row at the back, where an old, white haired pleasant couple who I presumed were there for the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival, warmly smiled at me as if to say ‘glad to have a younger generation come in this room to experience this beautiful music'.  The old lady patted the chair next to her, and I obediently sat down to enjoy the music.  In less than a minute, I found myself enthused by the music.  The band was playing Louis Armstrong classics, and they were really awesome (especially the lady drummer!)

paying homage to Louis Armstrong

After the set, I politely said goodbye to the old couple, and then headed out to the food joint next to Café du Monde for a quick bite.  I decided to sit outside and enjoy the weather.  I forgot the name of the place, but if ever I go back to New Orleans again, I’ll make sure to come by again because they serve the best lemonade ever!

Feeling recharged, I went to the levee and had a leisurely stroll by the Mississippi Riverbank.  I also went to the indoor Audobon Aquarium of the Americas to see their aquatic animal collection. they have quite an impressive exhibit area where you could find sharks, penguins, sea otters, alligators, and sea horses.  They even had a ‘petting zoo’ sort of thing, where you can touch a cownose ray, and feed some sting rays – which I didn’t do as I was too scared! (you should’ve seen how the kids were trying to coax me…how embarrassing!!)

aqua zoo visit

My last stop was at the Riverwalk’s spanish steps where I  rested for a while before heading back to my hotel.  by 5:00 pm, I joined my colleagues for a last minute shopping trip to The Canal Place, where I snagged a Coach Hobo Bag with a matching key ring courtesy of hubby (thanks hon!).

We dropped off our stuff at our hotel, had dinner altogether in a lovely restaurant and then headed back to our hotel to retire.  We were all dead beat to hit any of the bars. Besides, we were alarmed by the news of a tornado heading towards our direction, so we thought it would be best to get to our respective rooms and monitor the weather through the local news.

When I got to my room, I switched on the TV and tuned in to the local news channel.  And even as I flicked the remote to other channels, weather updates were being flashed on the screen, making me more nervous by the minute.  I couldn’t sleep, and was feeling so worried.  I phone hubby every night as I struggled sleeping alone in a room, but that evening, he could sense my anxiety.

By 12:00 noon the following day, I was ready to go home but when we got to our boarding gate, our flight was announced delayed, which later on was declared cancelled.  The winds were gusty, and it was raining cats and dogs they had to close runway and cancel all outbound flights.  Talk about unlucky.  By then, I was already panicky.  My other colleague who has a later flight in the afternoon called me sounding freaked out as the hotel lobby where we stayed at was flooded knee deep.  We were just there 3 hours prior to that call!  Funny enough, she was the one who managed to fly out the same day as the run way was cleared by 4:00 pm.

United Air booked us in the Hilton Airport Hotel to stay overnight, and completely changed our itinerary.  I dragged my stuff to my room which was facing the airport, and found myself slumped on the bed - wishing, hoping & praying at the same time that the weather would improve so we can go home the next day as scheduled. The hotel’s ambiance was gloomy in the evening, so me and my colleagues had a quiet dinner at the hotel’s restaurant and then called it a night.

As I was terrified of the weather, I barely had any sleep. I watched TV, checked emails and surfed the internet to entertain myself.  I kept calling hubby who had to pacify me while I was thousands of miles away from him :(

The next day, the weather was much better so we finally flew out of New Orleans – each of us in one piece. Wonderin’ where the tornado hit?  It drastically went up North to Kansas City in Missouri .

I was delighted when I arrived back to sunny Dubai.  I was sore and tired from the trip but I was more than happy to be back. I missed my hubby, our home, and most especially the nice weather.  It was a very memorable trip for me, and despite the scare, I did enjoy it immensely. I learned a lot of things, and I’m quite happy to have had the opportunity to be on that trip.

So, that wraps up my New Orleans story.  Sorry for this lengthy post – I went way beyond my planned RTP (reminiscing the past) but I hope you learned a thing or two about New Orleans, too.

Through The Years

Yesterday, my friend at work Maria gave me and Ryan a nice Christian book as an Easter gift. It is a compilation of 250 anecdotes that touches upon love, kindness, family and friendship. While waiting for Ryan to pick me up from work, I skimmed through the pages and stumbled upon a touching story about friendship, and how it lasted even beyond death.

When we got home last night, it was rather late than the usual, but I had to do some chores first before calling it a night. When it was finally time for me to retire, it was already past midnight, and I couldn’t get myself to doze off immediately.

So while willing myself to get to dreamland, I contemplated on the story I read and thought about my friends back home. I thought of my old friends whom I’ve known since gradeschool years, as well as my childhood friends who’ve made my kiddie years the happiest I could ever imagine. I've always been proud of the fact that I had a happy childhood, and that I would never trade those years for anything else in the world. I had scars to remind me of my mischief but have not regretted getting them. If I had been too careful before, I wouldn’t have learned how to ride the bike, climb up a tree, play every street game imaginable, and even discover how to go over our locked gates to play outside when I was 6! (this is something I am still able to do at this age – even in platform heels!!)

I also reminisced the fun memories I had with my high school friends, and ushered a short, thankful prayer for being blessed with such wonderful people who were not only there for me during my happy moments, but who were also present and supportive during my trying times. In spite the distance and all, we know we are still friends no matter what. And I thank today’s technology for keeping me in touch with them.

I've also brought to mind friends I’ve met during college years: my blocmates, my batchmates, my room mates, classmates in GE subjects from various colleges, my brods and sisses at UP Student Catholic Action, my friends from Freshman Bloc Assembly - all these brilliant people whom I've lost touch with now but haven’t forgotten. There were the people who kept me sane while in university, and I cannot thank them enough for making my life colorful then.

I've also thought of my friends from my previous jobs -- people who have opened my eyes to reality, who made me understand what adulthood means, and who’ve taught me a lot of essentials in facing life in general.  They're only but few, but I’ve proven through time their kindness and genuine friendship.

I was flooded with memories last night, which made me resolve that I will never miss going home to Manila at least every year. It  can get pretty lonely at times when you’re miles away from home. nothing beats the feeling of laughing with your real friends, and this feeling I terribly miss. *sniff!*

Updates, Updates

Hey guys, I'm back from oblivion! And whaddaya know, a long weekend had passed and I didn’t even notice. Problem these days is that time passes by so quickly, you never even get to linger on it as much as you would love to. There’s always something to do and more often than not, these are things that are pressing to ignore.

Anyway, pardon me if I'll write in bullets. I'm just itching to share what I’ve been up to the last few days, and my thoughts are still a bit scattered as my mind is still on vacation mode. It was Prophet Mohammed’s birthday last Thursday so it was a public holiday here in the UAE, and I’ve applied for a holiday yesterday as it was Easter Sunday so I had a 4 days off in total. It was short but I was in full throttle. Here’s a list of what I did:

- had dinner with my friend, C
- caught up on sleep
- cleaned and redecorated the living room. (thank you, Ikea for your wonderful inspirations, and for selling reasonably priced furniture) :)
- had a fun date with hubby on Friday. Saw the film “Vantage Point” via the buy one take one promo of HSBC Credit card at Cinestar Cinemas. Had a late lunch at Coco’s thereafter
- took afternoon naps
- did the laundry
- did some ironing
- snoozed
- went to the bank for some errands
- shopped for a new rug and dining table cloth...although honestly, I would’ve loved a new dining table set. It was so tempting because Home Centre was on S-A-L-E at 70%!!
- zzzzzzzzzzz….
- grocery shopped for our supplies
- watched “Mr. Brooks” and “88 Minutes” on DVD
- heard mass on Easter Sunday and had lunch at Chili’s afterwards
- blogged after a long hiatus

By the way, I changed my mind about the planner. I thought it’s wise to just wait until my trip to Europe and have it purchased there instead. Or probably ask my cousin to get it for me when she goes to Paris for a flight. Sayang ang tax refund!  I did not dare go to Burjuman or Mall of the Emirates to tempt myself.  Hubby thinks I'm such a good girl. *wink*

Unhappy Feet

Work has never been this busy.

All the trouble working on a particular event that we've begun preparing for since last year took its toll on me. I had a few bouts of this weird sensation that makes my jaw feel like the teeth it's holding are gonna fall off in one go. I've had back aches, sore arms and swollen feet for days. I was literally tired...beat and dead tired.

For days I ran in the office like a headless chicken with gazillions of thoughts racing through my head not to mention with bloodshot eyes. My make-up couldn't hide the stress I was feeling then. The headache from racking my brains trying to think of solutions to some unexpected blips that happened didn't go away despite 2 tablets of Panadol. I felt like the world around me spun out of control, and my weak body could barely get a grip. I was literally shaking I thought i'm gonna have a heart attack and become a vegetable.

By the second day of the event, I decided to be more calm in facing all the pressure. And to be comfier, I brought with me my trusty Havies to work. The little me walked in the hallways of our office wearing my crisp suit (in skirt) and my periwinkle flip flops. I only wore my heels when I went to the CEO's office, and when I escorted our VVIPs to their meeting rooms. For the rest of the day, I allowed my feet to breathe. I didn't care if people joked about my footwear. When my colleagues would begin giving me a funny look, I would defensively say "I have shoes". I was so tired to even care if I looked stupid. Comfort became my priority.

I am sooo glad that packed week was over. Next time it happens, I may bring a pair of sneakers instead. They'd be good for running ;-)

A Planner After 1st Quarter

I've always been a fan of Louis Vuitton. I love their leather goods not just because they are iconic but also because their designs are quite sturdy and functional. They produce fine leather products that could last for years, and even guarantee you of repair when the stitches are damaged.

The last time I had a serious craving of an LV item was in January (see here). I've placed a reservation but I've begun losing hope that the local stores here will have any stock.

For now, my latest covet is this, and this time, I hope I’ll be lucky:

Medium Ring Agenda

how it looks like inside

I saw one this morning at my colleague’s desk, and I just couldn’t help but be jealous of her *hehehe!*

Would you believe I’m still using my 2007 Starbucks Planner to jot down notes for myself?  I dare not bring them to the office because it’s so bulky not to mention old so I just use it at home to organize my thoughts and plans during weekends. Exasperatingly, there’s not much choice of dandy planners here, and silly me for forgetting that LV sells ‘em, too.

If ever I become unsuccessful at grabbing one from Burjuman or Mall of the Emirates this weekend, I’ll take it as a sign to wait 'til September and get it from Monte Carlo instead where I’m sure it'll be a lot cheaper, and not to mention tax-free, too. Anyway, my trusty old planner still works for me so if I don’t find one, I won’t be that heartbroken. ;-)

The Perfect Title

Wanna know why I named my blog “A Reality Bite”?

It is to pay homage to that very precious book bound 200++ page manuscript with the same title that i’ve written back in college. I wrote it almost 10 years ago to detail what I’ve done during my practicum days (yikes, it’s like giving away my age…hehe!). A documentation of all my experiences when I first took a bite of reality in the working arena, and what it felt like in the dog eat dog (corporate) world.

“A Reality Bite” was my ticket to graduation. It took me a semester to finish it, and man, I spent a lot of days and sleepless nights working on it – from the first draft, down to the final published version, and all that chasing of signatories to have it authenticated and approved. Not to mention balancing my time with my other major subjects in full load -- from speech communication to writing to theatre. Whew! Thank God for my then advisor, Professor Emeritus Edelwina C. Legaspi, PhD, who had guided me all throughout the way, and treated me with utmost patience since day one!

So now you know why this blog’s special to me. And that’s a little trivia for you. ;-)