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Originally Posted by Boomer
Peachie,
I did not see this thread on the first go-round.
I loved New Orleans when we were there in 1980. That was a business trip for Mr. Boomer, and I went along for that fantastic music and food.
When I saw your post just now, it cracked me up.
Why?
Because, Peachie, believe it or not, the same EXACT thing happened to me. TWICE. It was in the hotel, once while I was just waiting for an elevator. (It was a great big hotel. I think maybe it was a Hyatt or Hilton or something like that. I can't remember.)
Your post struck me funny particularly because, as you know, there have been times when I have wondered from your writings if you are my long-lost twin. And now this??? Coincidence I suppose???
When I was taken for a -- uh -- a lady of the evening or whatever, I remember thinking, "What in the heck kind of signals am I sending???" (But I thought it was funny and I remember that I actually smiled and let those guys down gently. -- Cincinnati girls can be extremely polite. Besides, each one of those guys had asked quite politely. For some reason, they did not scare me. I think they were there for some kind of convention in the same hotel.)
We had reservations to go back in October of 2005 but then Katrina hit. I really did love that city. Maybe we can get back there someday.
Peachie, are you sure we are not connected in some way???
Me in 1980. You in 1982. Same city. Same thing. Gee, I wonder how we would do now.
Boomer
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Boomer, I'll bet I'm your reincarnated great great grandmother!! (I've seen your picture, remember?)
I think our heads would spin if we knew of all the women propositioned in New Orleans on a daily basis but I think most of my discomfort came from the fact there wasn't anyone else in the area and the propositioner had gotten out of his car and was standing by the passenger door. And I, like you thought, what kind of signals was I giving off... Maybe getting up and taking a shower in the morning sends a signal, eh?
I didn't like New Orleans one bit, the overwhelming smell of urine while walking down the sidewalks, midday inebriation, panhandlers on the sidewalks, several of them small children with no adults to be seen, left me unimpressed but it was a very sad time in my life and the seaminess of the city was all I could absorb.
There may be something very lovely about the "Big Easy" but it escaped me. I think, Boomer, that is one thing we do not have in common. But it a good thing that we don't all love the same things, think of the congestion...
