One last party night/day…

Once we were officially weirded out by the sight on Oak Street we headed back home to shower and change before cycling out to Frenchmen Street, where all the jazz clubs are. Yes, I rode a bike in a dress, but this time we gave up on the idea of heels and just biked out in our flips flops.

Jenny and I at Maison, LA

We found a safe spot (across from the fire department and locked our precious transportation up and started to walk the street looking for some inspiring music. We finally settled on Maison. Which had three floors, each which had a different feel (the top had totally rave music with laser light and all that, we didn’t stay there very long.)

At the door of Maison

Once the jazz band started up again, we started to have a real good time. The band was great and the people around us we pretty friendly. We stayed ‘til closing and Jenny got chatting to the sax player, so the rest of the band joined and we had a good conversation, many of the band members were from other parts of the US so there was lots to share about travels and future travels and all that jazz (no pun intended.) Finally we made our way back to the bike (still talking) when suddenly Jenny looked at the time and realized it was 5am! (We were catching the shuttle to the airport…at 5am!)

The band playing at Maison

So we said quick farewells and hopped on our bikes and peddled like little hamster stuck on a wheel. Luckily we had already packed (almost) everything up so we just changed and were ready to bounce!

In the shuttle we realize everything did not included Jenny’s IPod and charger, my phone charger and straightener…