The Day after Thanksgiving

As if I didn't need another reason to not drive the car. I did a great job today. B and I went to the Prospect 1 art project that was all over New Orleans. We took a shuttle and walked. I didn't feel rushed. I have to worry about parking. But tonight we had to get back to our hotel from my Aunt and Uncles. It was also the Bayou Classic, so all of the French Quarter was a mad house. We got downtown alright, but as soon as we didn't hit the quarter there was no way to get in. We had to drive in circles and go through road blocks. There was nobody to tell us how to do it, we just had to figure it out. All the time cars blasting load music, rain slicked roads, tons of traffic and 3 other people saying go left, go right, stop and go!
We got super close to our hotel when a sour interaction with a cop went nowhere. They weren't going to let us drive into the hotel and we couldn't get in any other way.
I parked the car and walked over to the hotel and asked them to valet park the car. I handed them the keys, a $10 bill and I went up to the room, glad t finally be rid of this huge weight.
I get so anxious and aggravated when I drive. I don't like how it feels, no matter how fast you get there, or how convenient it may seem, nothing can compare to the freedom of my feet or my bike. Traffic cant stop me, road blocks.. nothing...