Babies and Bourbon Street

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No, this is not a post on the top places where breast-feeding your baby in public would be acceptable. It is also not about drunk babies, sorry.

I am one of those people who tries to multitask everything. I’d rather be multitasking than single-tasking any day. It’s practically a condition. For example, I’ll start off answering a phone call while sitting on my couch, and within a few minutes my neck hurts and I’ve muted myself, because I am holding the phone with my shoulder while eating a sandwich and mopping my floors. This condition can get extremely stressful. The worst is if I do not complete all of the tasks I am juggling, I feel even more stressed. This results in me being even less productive, and eventually I just end up lying on the floor somewhere staring at a ceiling fan. Wait, wasn’t this post supposed to have something to do with New Orleans?

I am blaming my lack of writing lately on my sideshow-gone-bad. Between getting back in to the swing of work, planning a trip to New Orleans (there it is), and arranging a baby shower, writing has fallen off the task wagon. I knew I should have put a seat belt on that one, or at very least, a helmet.

Helping to plan a baby shower while simultaneously planning a four night stay on Bourbon St. has been… interesting. It was quite like juggling two pink scarfs and a handle of Jim Beam. Trying to establish a rhythm using objects of such completely different dimensions is tricky. I felt doomed to drop the ball  scarf somewhere along the line (do you really think I would let whiskey take the fall?). Ultimately, I managed to keep my act together long enough to avoid any flying tomatoes.

Can you imagine my browsing history? In one tab I was perusing dainty pink invitations adorned with phrases like, “sugar and spice and everything nice,” and in the other tab I was Googling, “best drunk food at 4 am on Bourbon Street“. As I was convincing Google that I have multiple personalities, I did happen to learn a few things. I will share them with you:

1. Hand Grenades are like pacifiers but for adults.

2. You only have one baby shower for only your first child. You can go to New Orleans to celebrate the end of your pregnancy indefinitely.

3. You will spend more money on parking in New Orleans than you will on birthing a child and funding its entire existence.

4. Shopping for baby strollers made me want to ride in a carriage led by horses. I don’t know.

5. Baby shower games are to baby-lovers as shots are to alcohol lovers, only they get door prizes instead of hang overs.

6. On a serious note, tinyprints.com has some awesome deals on all kinds of stuff, and if you are looking for a nice eclectic hotel in New Orleans for a great price, check out The Ambassador Hotel.

Be careful if you are a fellow  multi-tasker and are attempting this form of planning ritual. I was about two clicks aways from ordering 65 Saints football game tickets and 3 baby shower invitations. Internet is hard.

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I am a twenty-something year old southern ballerina turned business student. While I graduated college with a degree in Marketing, I currently work in Safety for an oil field company. Sadly, I do not even own a hard hat. Up until this point, I have followed the path set out for me that was promised to lead me to success. What I did not do, was take the time to figure out what my definition of success is. Having lived in Louisiana my entire life, I am utterly fixated on my goal of eventually moving somewhere new (preferably far) while pursuing a career in writing and/or social media marketing. I believe one of my callings is making people laugh. Although I think I can play the drums, I cannot and will not sing in front of humans. Don’t ask.

13 thoughts on “Babies and Bourbon Street”

  1. Pingback: Baby Shower Pinnuendo | 25ToFly

  2. I’m currently trying to STOP being a multi-tasker. I’m like you and try to do 10 things at once. Some people are really good at this and they’ll be really productive but I find I actually end up getting nothing done, rather than getting all 10 things done! I’m going to see how I get on with just doing one thing at a time and see if I’m any more productive!

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  4. I’m not a good multi-tasker, Becca. By that, I mean if I start to do more than one thing at once, the quality of what I am doing drastically reduces. Two things, I work half as good on both. Three things, a third as well. Everything merges into one thing when I try to do six or more things at once, but by then, I’m so confused I don’t know if I’m doing one thing well, or everything poorly…
    On a separate issue, I went on a ride in a carriage led by horses once with a few friends, some of us in one carriage and the others in the other. We ended up being involved in a horse-crash, which wasn’t the best.. before the crash, the ride was good.

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