you're on a boat, but i'm in new orleans

Watch this while I try to figure out what to write.

Mmk. Now that we've got that over with:

I'm in New Orleans! I'm surprised I'm still awake, seeing as I left the house at 4:15 this morning (escorted by the lovely Misses Lauren and Vikki, of course!). But after flying out of Midway (for the first time) on Southwest (for the first time) and going first to Houston (for the first time) and then to New Orleans (for almost the first time--I'm not sure that one afternoon with Habitat counted) here I am in my little apartment in Freret, just west of Tulane University... for the first time, too many firsts. The top of my door is cut at an angle to allow it to close after the floor decided to tip over a bit, but the air conditioner in my bedroom works alright.

So after one day here I have learned several things:

1. The pizza is more like New York than Chicago, but still pretty tasty.

2. What one person thinks is an acceptable size bike for someone my height might not make much sense--in fact, it may make so little sense that despite feeling bad about making the guy drive 45 minutes to bring said bicycle to me, there's no way in hell I'm buying it.

3. The blocks are short, and the roads are narrow and don't always make very much sense--something I discovered driving my roommates car to Walmart for groceries and bedding (she just bought it but hasn't gotten her license yet, so I got to drive).

4. The really really huge beetle/bug/alien species on the bathroom floor isn't worth gasping about because it's already dead. My house is kind of crappy, but hey, the rent is cheap!

I think four lessons are enough for today. Time for bed. I start my internship at Neighborhood Housing Services tomorrow at 10 am.