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.
- Be Our Guest – Bourbon St. Steakhouse (wreg.com)
- Baby Shower Ideas On A Budget (answers.com)
- Games For Baby Showers (answers.com)
- The French Quarter and Bourbon Street (remarkablyunremarkable.net)