Reply #58: I was there with my husband when I was pregnant with my second child. [View All]

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He wouldn't let me have any oyster shooters because it might be bad for the health of the growing baby. That just about drove me nuts, because there are very few things I like to eat quite so much as a dozen ice cold shucked oysters on the half. So I ate lots of fried oyster po'boys instead and listened to lots of great music. We shopped in the open market next to the Cafe du Monde, after beignets (sp.?) and coffee of course, and bought a bag of spicy cooked crawdaddies to eat back on the terrace of our B and B for lunch. We walked through the Garden district for miles and miles. Read the Times Picyune every morning at the artsy fartsy breakfast dive next to where we were staying. We were horrified at the time, ironic considering what's happening now, that David Duke was running for some political office in Lousiana and was being taken seriously by some. We hung out in some really old bar at the edge of Bourbon Street I think, that was the favorite haunt of Tennessee Williams, looked like it was about to fall down it was in such disrepair, but it was beautiful in all it's shabbiness, can't remember the name of the place. It was famous, maybe someone else knows the name. It was our first time away alone together on a romantic vacation in a beautiful, magically offbeat city, we had left my two year old home in NYC with her grandparents.

Tonight I watched the Shelter from a Storm fundraising concert with my son, the child I was pregnant with in the Big Easy 14 years ago. I started crying, turned to him, and told him he'd been to New Orleans and he'd loved it.