Catch up.

Hello everyone, I'm back, I'm not sure you'll find that a good thing or not...

So the world has been a busy place for me, I've changed jobs a couple of time, and have been working on my writing and travelling.

I finally got myself to New Orleans! That was an exciting time for me, New Orleans is the most beautiful place full of character and filled with characters. It wasn't how I imagined it, but it was so truly awesome that it didn't matter.

I imagined it to be have an old fashioned feel with the wail of a bluesy sax filling the spicy air. Anyone who has been to New Orleans will know that the reality is much different. The Beautiful architecture has a run down disrepair look to it, but the beauty is only emphasised, because you know that this place has seen some incredibly tough times and yet it is still standing. The air is permeated with the smell of po-boys, spice, alcohol, cigar smoke and the bitter acrid smell of garbage that's been heated in the insane humidity. It sounds revolting but it really isn't.

We stayed in a hotel on Bourbon Street, when I say we, I don't mean it in the Royal sense, I was staying in New Orleans with my best American chum Molly. I love that girl, we hadn't seen each other in a year and it was a fantastic catchup time for us.

Bourbon Street, is in a word - Phenomenal.

It's filled with tourists milling around, shops filled with mardi gras masks and novelty t-shirts, and sparkling with green, gold and purple beads, bars with women offering "free shots!" and alcoholic slushies. Strip clubs with the women hanging out of the doors trying to entice men in. It's a place that embraces the weird and the wonderful, probably why I felt so at home there.

A typical evening would be Molly and I getting ready, heading out for a quick bite to eat, then we would start at one end of Bourbon Street, there was a gorgeous little gay bar filled with the finest men that New Orleans had to offer, I did a fair bit of window shopping and complaining that the good ones were gay, then after some insanely cheap drinks, we'd take our huge plastic glasses and walk up and down Bourbon Street, because in New Orleans you can drink in the streets.

Groups of men would hang over the balconies of bars above, hands filled with beads that they would throw at women in the hopes for flashes of their 'lovely lady lumps' I flashed my bra a number of times and as Molly and I walked down the street with our necks laden with dozens and dozens of beads a group of ladies stopped us so that they could get a picture with 'the party girls'.

We also would get ushered into bars by big burly men, one such bar was one of my favourites, there was a bar where there were these old guys playing old school rock songs, we were loving it, even more so when they handed out the washboard vests, which you put on your shoulders and then used spoons to play it, it was so white trash and I loved every single second of it!

Our last night was definitely the best, we decided to go to a bar called The Cat's Meow where they had karaoke and Molly and I decided to give it a go. Mol chose the song Sweet Caroline, I'm not a big fan of the song but I was going to be singing by myself later so I let Mol choose the song she wanted to do. She went up to the guy to say what we wanted to sing and he came over to the table, he was absolutely gorgeous, shaved head, warm brown eyes, beautiful smile. He begged us not to sing that song, as he hated it and so Mol and I chose another song. The night was spent flirting openly with him, as I am a natural flirt and so was he. Molly and I had the best time, we met some lovely people and just spent hours laughing, singing, dancing and drinking. At the end of the night I said goodbye to our gorgeous emcee Steve and gave him a cheeky kiss on either cheek, he asked for my facebook which I gave him, and was absolutely shocked when I discovered a friend request from him when I got home (so another friend was made).

Mol and I were so sad that we hadn't been to that club sooner as it was amazing there, but it was a lovely and special way to end our trip in the city of Jazz, debauchery and fun.

The next day I said goodbye to Mol in the airport, she was going home to her state and I was going off to New Jersey for another week. It was really sad saying goodbye to her but really exciting to go to New Jersey because I knew that I was going to see someone very special to me.

I'm scared of flying but the flights went quickly enough and I went by myself to New York City which was an experience, then off to Jersey for the first time. I didn't think much of it, but I was staying in an airport hotel, as I was staying by myself and didn't want to be murdered so went for the safest option.

I didn't have very much money - read none. So I lived in my hotel room, but I had books and the tv so it wasn't all bad, only the living off of vending machine crap sucked. :D

However it was all worth it when on my last day I got to see my American fancy man, he is absolutely gorgeous, the quintessential American man. He was a wrestler in high school, has AMAZING arms, light brown/blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes. He is just the most handsome man I have ever seen. He's also an intelligent and amazing person who is kind and funny, I bonded with him and think the world of him, and am very grateful to have him in my life, I just wish that the ocean wasn't in our way.

The trip was amazing and I had the time of my life, I can't wait to go back and spend more time over there.

So that's the last couple of months in a nutshell. Tomorrow the format will return to normal. ;-)

Bon Voyage Mes Amies!