Oh My Nola
Travel Journal — New Orleans 3/7/20 — an investment in drunken foolery From the airplane’s window, I catch a glimpse of the sunset over Lake Ponchatrain. I board the E1 bus and begin planning what’s to come: drop off my bag, check-in, and go down to the French Quarter to find something to eat and drink. While I’m thinking, this older, bald man next to me on the bus is American-splaining each major American city to Korean tourists. I get to India House Hostel, and rather than wait in the line to check-in, I head towards the hostel bar and buy myself a $5 screwdriver. This , I think, sets the tone for the entire trip . I haven’t been in the city an hour yet, haven’t even checked in, but I have a drink in my hand while I take a look around the place. The place is, suitably, young and rebellious: The door to the common room is plastered with bumper stickers from every liberal presidential candi