Personal Narrative: My Trip To New Orleans

About four years ago, I was sitting in our unofficial office space, the café area of Whole Foods Tribeca, and decided that I would go big for Mother's day. I planned on using my measly credit card points (saved up over the course of three years) to buy two plane ticket to go to New Orleans as a gift to my mom.

We both always had a twinkle in our eyes when talking about New Orleans. The thought of being surrounded by southern accents, perfumed foods, jazz music that flowed throughout the streets, and beautiful Spanish architecture; it all seemed so appealing. From the very beginning, the idea of Nola attracted us to take a financial risk, and book this four day trip to see if the twinkle was real, and if there really was something special about the Crescent City.

I cringed as I plugged in my credit card …show more content…
Luckily, when you start training yourself to take risks, you realize it's like building a muscle.

So if you're looking to start training your risk taking muscles, here are some small ways I got my risk workout in while in New Orleans:

A New Orleans trip wouldn't be complete without a late night pub crawl down Frenchmen street. I was in a bar with my brother, and chatted up the bartender; gotta love Southern hospitality. My brother ordered another drink, and while I wasn't ready to fully turn up, I wanted to get a tiny bit more just to have something to drink while he got a new glass. I asked the bartender if he could put a tiny bit more into my glass, and he ended up filling the glass for no extra charge.

Harrah's Casino was one of the first places I played slots and actually won money. Thankfully, the trend continued, and I cashed out with way more than I expected. Despite being painfully cheap, I pent $20 at the casino and made $70, only to lose another $20, and eventually made another $22. All in all, it was a major "high risk, high reward"

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