We Take Ourselves With Us

On our last day together before I went full-on board meeting, we started with breakfast at our hotel restaurant, Cafe Adelaide.  The vibe was perfect--plush grey-blue velvet banquettes, huge Warhol-tinted portraits of Adelaide, mid-century modern accessories.  The service was average and the food--outside of the stand-out beignets and chickory coffee--was so, so.  But, it was convenient. The view from our window, one last time before we switched hotels.  Overall, I'd give the Loews a solid B+. We then packed our bags and hiked up Poydras to the conference hotel--the massive Hilton Riverside, where I do believe every single NOLA conference is required, by law, to set up shop.  After checking in, we elected to wander in the direction of the World War II Museum. In practice, this meant that we somehow walked in a perfect square and wound up about two blocks from our hotel at an amazing Mexican restaurant, El Gato Negro .  The food was delicio...

As a temporarily extended family with two middle-aged parents, three teens and one almost-teen, we took full advantage of the quiet Tybee morning and slept in.  It's lovely to walk from room to room, peeking in on messy sleeping heads perfectly lit by the rising sun.  Having a slo-mo vacation is a good change of pace for us, since if you've read any other entry in this blog, you know we tend to pack it in!  By the time we set off for the beach, it was near to noon, so Ned stayed behind and joined us with a bag full of thick burgers and kinda crispy fries from Sugar Shack.  The wind was whipping, giving everything a bit of a crunch from the sand seasoning, but it was still delicious!  Few take-away lunches can boast this view. The day seemed magical.  Gaby went in the water for hours, which according to her brother, she never does.  Tyson chatted with me about high school, which according to his mother, he rarely does.  I got t...