The trip to New Orleans shouldn’t have happened. I had no business traveling anywhere. My checking account is on life support. I was sitting on the couch minding my own business; looking at other people’s business on Facebook I saw someone had posted a link for a round trip flight to NOLA for $165. I was bored and thought it was one of those buried treasure hunts where you click and you get the message that price was gone now; you can go for x number of dollars which is always hundreds more. But there it was: I could go for a long weekend, round trip for about a third of what it usually costs. I didn’t bite.
I called a friend and she said hey that’s the weekend of the New Orleans Swing Dance Festival and she said she wanted to go if her paycheck would allow it. She said she’d let me know in two days. If I waited: that cheap air fare would be as off as egg salad left in the sun. I needed to decide quickly. I then left a text for an acquaintance to see if I could rent her place in the French Quarter. She got back to me and gave me a decent rate for her pad. It didn’t really matter because I was pretty sure that when I logged back on that rate would be gone.
It was gone. But the new one was only a tiny bit higher. I thought now or never pull the trigger or lose this chance to go.
The reasons not to go: cash deficit. To go: I wanted to be in a magical city that holds
