That's the title that Bilbo Baggins decided upon for his book about traveling. I've always thought it had a nice ring to it (obviously, because i've remembered it this long).
Right now i'm sitting in a hotel room in Fort Worth. My Grandmother died on Saturday, the day of Tyler's bachelor party in New Orleans. I cannot even begin to describe the issue that I had with toggling emotions on Saturday. Now it's a little bit better, but I just feel this overwhelming urge to sit in my room in Austin and do nothing. Where I've gone has been beyond eventful and memorable, but it's simply the in-between that gets to me. Drunken Train rides and driving in a car alone top the charts, but at some point, traveling feels physically taxing on your body.
But let's get beyond this complaining. Let's talk about things that gods talk about, because I practically was one in New Orleans.
We arrive. I feel very vulnerable and unsure about gambling. This was my mindset going into it. It continued until I saw that our hotel was, literally, across the street from Harrah's.
We walk into the hotel, and see that we're on the 24th floor. We walk down the hallway and notice the two LARGE glass doors at the end of the hallway. Yes. We bought the presidential suite. Yes, it was huge. Yes, we saw the whole city. Yes, we spent ZERO time there.
Our night was too concerned with bachelor party things:
-Mardi Gras
-Shots of tequilla
-Oysters (i know that's not too stereotypical, but knowing New Orleans and us, it makes sense)
-Strippers (duh.)
-Etc.
There are two sure things that will happen in every bachelor party:
1. You will have more fun than you have had in decades.
2. Your wallet is a white hole that pushes away all of your cash.
I am in debt from the casino (although not as bad as some), I understand why people go to strip clubs/drunkenly fell in love with a stripper (although not as badly as some), and I spent $200 in one night.
This means two things:
1. I had more fun than I i've had in decades.
2. I'm seeing the warnings of poverty.
Maybe it's a right of passage, maybe it's okay because it was New Orleans, maybe it's okay because it was the Super Bowl, but I feel wiser and older from this experience. Go to New Orleans.
*side note: why do I love lists so much?
As of right now, I need to go eat dinner with my three living relatives beyond my immediate family (one aunt, one uncle, one grandpa), and then go to a funeral. Love your life, live your life, love your lover. All of those combinations are temporary.
ciao,
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