Last year I had the opportunity to visit New Orleans, LA; a place that I had always wanted to visit for as long as I can remember. I accompanied my friend Mike, and off we went to his previous home of 3 years.
There were so many events going on at the time we went, that I was practically anxiety ridden due to the amount of people in the city. There were home Saints and LSU games, the annual Emeril Lagasse Charity Event, and President Obama was in town.
Me, a person with high anxiety in crowded, public, and unfamiliar places; was sort of in my own personal hell. Let's just say many a Valium were taken during that 5 day excursion.
I very much dislike being pushed into, or touched by strangers if at all possible. Within the last 6 months I've started uncontrollably counting times when this happens. One day I counted 112 people bumping into me, which was a fucking nightmare. It felt like I was having a nonstop panic attack. At that point I knew it was time to get a beer, many beers in fact.
The city itself is amazing, and very different from Pgh. The art scene there is awesome, and there are galleries everywhere you turn. The architecture and uniqueness of flats, houses, and buildings were breathtakingly beautiful. At times I had a hard time focusing on walking from place to place, due to the fact I couldn't stop staring at one thing or another.
While there, I met some of Mike's friends who were all very nice and accommodating. We hung at some bars, and I unfortunately totally face planted it leaving one.
I completely missed a step and down I went. It literally looked like someone had beat me up. I scared the shit out of Mike, and almost lost our cab due to my visible condition. Fortunately, I'm not one to puke when I drink, so the cabby agreed to still give us a ride home, even though I was still bleeding from multiple spots on my face, both elbows, and knees. For future personal reference; no eating + too many Valium + beers + shots of Jager = Amber face plant.