WED JUNE, 22
NEW ORLEANS, LA
7am: Woke Up, India House Hostel
I didn't realize how much I drank the night before until I threw it up this morning. I hadn't thrown up in 4 years!
It must have been the combination of biscuits and gravy, or as the English mockingly referred to as a "soggy biscuit" since they refer to cookies as biscuits, and the cheap vodka the Aussie's gave me.
10am: Woke Up Again and Said Goodbye to the English
I asked one of them who he admires. He told me Chris Mullin, a British politician who published his diaries. I thought that was coincidental since someday I'll be a politician with a published diary (aka this blog). He told me that Mullin slept with a man's wife AND two daughters. Mullin's also liked the thickness of Margaret Thatcher's ankles. Whatever they are into over there I don't judge.
I'm not good at goodbyes. I'm awkward. Then when I'm alone I get sentimental. I kept my mood up by thinking - to get hellos you need to say goodbyes. It's great to make space to meet new people because you'll learn more and have a greater impact on the world.
11:15am: Trolley/Streetcar then Walked to Starbucks
12pm - 5pm: Did Work
5:30pm - 6:30pm: Ate at Subway & Did Work
7:30pm - 12am: Did Work on Dining Room Table, India House Hostel
12am: Socialized on Patio, India House Hostel