Oh Friday!

That's Creole for moving day. We woke up super early. And by super early I mean 5:30ish. Actually rolled out of bed around 6ish and headed out the door by 6:30. Hopped in our perfect prepacked 2 cars and got ready to sign the lease on our PERFECT apartment. Put the key in the ignition and started up my car. Released the E break, put the car in reverse, flipped on the A/C and backed out of the drive.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
That's my E brake light telling me that my break is still on. Which is weird because if you remember reading a big earlier I distinctly remember taking it off. Oh that's right. I did. Strange. In slight frustration I started getting warm so I turned the A/C up a little. I put the car in park and tried pulling up the break and releasing it again. By this time I'm starting to really get frustrated and even warmer. That's when it hit me. MY A/C ISN'T WORKING! The air is on, but it's definately not cold. And that's something you notice in Hammond, LA real fast.
Quick. New plan. We unpacked Ty's front seat so I'd have some room and unloaded most of it into my car. Moved a majority of our valuables back into the house and took off towards the city. We drove in on I-10 and it was unbelieveable to come in right next to the Superdome. Home of the Superbowl winning Saints. We drove down Canal & then Bourbon headed towards the Marigny where the real estate office was located. The AM view of Bourbon differs a bit from the PM view.
Lease signed. Keys handed over and it's time for the first trip. We unloaded the car quickly and headed back to Hammond for the 2nd trip because now with only 1 car we've got to make extra trips.
If the car breaking down situation wasn't funny enough here's where it really gets hysterical. One of the main things we needed to grab on our 2nd trip was our social security cards and birth certificates. Which now happened to be locked in the house in Loranger, which funny enough we don't have keys to. Hahaha. And his Step mom is over in Ponchatoula.
>Insert Panic & Hysteria here<
After a big of screaming, crying and yelling, yes all me, it occurs to us that Ty's paperwork is in my car. Brilliant! I have the keys open it up. Everything he needed was in his nifty little fire box. Oh....the box we lost the keys to about 6 months ago. Yes, that box. Perfect! A small temper tantrum that might have involved the smashing of the box on the concrete busts it open and there it was laying right there on top amoungst a scatter of other paperwork.
To the DMV! (Have you started to notice that everything is a completely over dramatic event? I wish that parts of this were fictional but they just aren't.) We arrive with just a few people in line ahead of us, whew, turned to my left and noticed the SEA of people waiting. Ugh. We're number 63. They're on number 41. 20 some odd people, can't be that bad right? One hour and a half later I was singing a different tune.
I must have neglected to mention the time. It's now 3:30pm. In order for us to park in the French quarter we need a nifty little French Quarter Residential parking pass. Did I also mention that we were at the Hammond DMV? And that we were a little over an hour away from New Orleans where the office closes at 4? I did neglect to mention that? Oh...well...there it is. Which means, we have to wait until after 7pm to leave the car without having to pay to park. Dinner anyone?
We drove into town, unpacked the car and headed straight to Wal-Mart to pick up neccessities. Like a vaccuum cleaner, garbage can and some food. Then it was back to our apartment where we started unpacking.
It's pretty late so first things first, we started in the bedroom. Bed. We have a sleep number. I'm not sure if you're familure with the sleep number bed but it's an air mattress. Ours, a queen, has two seperate chambers so you can each select your own number. Beautiful. Except we left the bed parts in the car and I think that the heat got to the battery pack in the remote control and you can't fill them without it.
In need of a 9v batter we left the apartment around 10:45 at night. There's a walgreen within easy walking distance so we started for it. Closed. No worries there's another one down a ways. Closed. Popped in a few sketchy markets at the end of Bourbon. No batteries. No worries there's a HUGE CVS on Canal Street. Open! Thankfully. 2x 9v batteries in a CVS with the largest liquor slection I've ever seen. Toto, I don't think we're in Juptier, FL anymore. Instead of high tailing it back we took a stroll down Bourbon on our way home. Bourbon on a Friday night is quite the initiation. Our apartment feels so detached and quiet compared to this crazy loud spectacle. Girls on balconies were throwing beads down to the men below and there was music, really loud music pouring out of every doorway to the oint you could hardly pick out any one specific song. It wasn't until we passed by a kareoke bar that I heard Livin on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. Both Tyson & I broke out into song with the crowd. "Whoa-oh! We're half way there! Whoa-oh! We're living on a prayer!" We paused for those few lines of chorus and then headed home. It was past 11 and we're not tourists anymore after all. It was time to go home.