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Carol Perkins: Special eligibles trip - IV, Home to Guy & Fluffy With a stop off in New Orleans. Carol Perkins bills this as the final installment - and just for those who can't wait to read the next Carol Perkins episode, it's being posted today - of a Wednesday, no less. This last of a four part series brings the intrepid Metcalfe County travelers back to the United States, through New Orleans, a flight to Nashville, and a Briley/I-65/Louie B. Nunn/US68/KY80 motor car trip home to Edmonton The next earlier episode, Carol Perkins: Special eligibles trip - Part III, Jamaica and more By Carol Perkins In this final chapter of the cruise, our sea days were almost over. Before we retired for the night, we set our luggage outside our rooms and would see it again inside the terminal. Disembarking is a waiting process. The crew must move 3,000 people off and welcome 3,000 new travelers within a few hours. The process begins around eight and ends at ten. During this time, the food area is open for breakfast, coffee, and waiting. We were a sagging group by then, drinking slouching over our coffee and muffins. One of the ladies had VIP status, which meant her disembarkment was swift. However, her advantage turned to a disadvantage because she found herself on a bench in the terminal waiting two hours for the rest of us. So much for VIP unless all your friends can go with you! Once off the ship and our luggage retrieved, we scanned the area for a van that could take all of our luggage and us to the Westin. Finally, Judy (Irvin) hailed a large van and we boarded. As we headed out of the terminal, Judy read the logo on the van that said Best Western. UH OH. "Are you from Best Western?" she asked the driver. "Yes, Ma'am." She had flagged down a Best Western shuttle. Later she would say, "Well, I asked him if he would take us to our hotel. How was I supposed to know he was from Best Western?" What to do? He could take us back to the terminal and unload our luggage, or take us to our hotel, which was not far from the terminal. "Sir, would you take us to our hotel?" Judy asked so humbly that he could not resist. His REAL passengers eyed each other. He dropped us off with a smile and a few extra dollars in his pocket. Because the VIP lady had VIP status at this hotel, we stayed very inexpensively. The problem was that the hotel was almost directly across from Harrah's casino. That was a problem because it called to us---come lose some money, come lose some money. Instead, we rode the trolley to the French Quarter and shopped at the market where rows and rows of t-shirts, cheap jewelry, and black-market CD's were not calling to us at all by then. However, the Margaritaville Cafe was hard to resist. As we sat around our table with our cheeseburgers, we highlighted the funny events. Some I had forgotten. One of the first was when we left the hotel on our way to the ship the first day. Connie (Wilson) gasped. "I have left my diamond earrings on the nightstand." The driver turned around, she got her earrings, and we headed for the ship. Another was when some of us went back to Bourbon Street on our last night for a final walk through and needed to find a bathroom, so we ducked into a bar (the only choice on Bourbon Street). When we located the bathroom, the door was open, so I stuck my head around the facing and saw nothing but urinals. I jerked my head out of there. The other bathroom door was unlocked, so my friend opened the door to see nothing but the back of a man using the bathroom. She closed it quickly. "Evidently this is a community bathroom," I said. The man came out unaware and because there was no lock, we guarded the door for each other. On our way out we noticed how "far out" these people looked. We figured out quickly that this was a bar for cross dressers! They probably thought we were men dressed as women. That night we took a cab back to our hotel with a driver who was stoned. He loved the world, the city, and us. "You nice ladies; I can take you to the airport tomorrow," he said as we quickly threw open all doors. I just wanted to live to see the airport. The short flight brought us to Nashville and then we were home by eight that night. Guy and Fluffy were glad to see me; he (Fluffy) had been waiting by the door each night for me. As for the group, we realize we are getting older, and this trip proved we are not as agile, or as energetic was we once were, but we will go as long as we can. We may not be able to get beyond Barren River, but we can rent a cabin overlooking the lake and tell stores and what one can't remember, the others can. Hope you have enjoyed! - Carol Perkins This story was posted on 2012-10-24 05:34:08
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