Okay, so someone brought up Hannah Berner and New Orleans. Yeah, I think I saw something about her doing stand-up down there, or maybe it was just chatter online. For a hot minute, I actually thought about heading down to NOLA myself. You know, catch some live comedy, wander around the French Quarter, maybe eat way too much good food.
But things rarely go according to plan, do they?
I actually started mapping it out. Pulled up flight options. Started scouting for places to stay that weren’t insanely priced but also didn’t look like they rented by the hour. Got myself a little hyped up, picturing a break from the usual grind.
Then, reality check. Big one. My washing machine decided to stage a protest. Mid-cycle, just stopped. Dead silence. Then, a puddle spreading across the laundry room floor. Fantastic.
Spent the next few days trying to figure out what was wrong. Watched some videos online, thought maybe I could fix it myself. Pulled the back panel off. Looked at a bunch of wires and hoses. Realized pretty quickly I was way out of my depth. Didn’t want to make it worse, or you know, electrocute myself.
Had to call a repair guy. He came out, took one look, poked around for maybe ten minutes. Said the main pump was shot, maybe the control board too. Quoted me a repair cost that was almost as much as a new machine. Just great.
So, that little fund I’d mentally earmarked for a New Orleans trip? Yeah, that immediately became the ‘replace the essential appliance before my dirty laundry takes over the house’ fund. Priorities, right? Gotta have clean clothes.
Ended up spending a whole weekend researching washing machines. Comparing models, reading reviews, figuring out delivery and installation. It’s surprisingly draining.
The Appliance Hunt Saga
- First, decided on a fancy one. Then saw the price tag and reconsidered my life choices.
- Looked at a cheaper model. Reviews said it sounded like a jet engine taking off. Hard pass.
- Finally found a middle-of-the-road option. Placed the order. Waited a week for delivery.
The new machine arrived. Got it hooked up. Ran a test load. It worked. Felt like a huge victory, which is kind of sad when you think about it.
So, Hannah Berner in New Orleans? Never happened for me. The dream got washed away, literally. Maybe someday I’ll make it down there. But for now, I’m just dealing with the glamorous reality of homeownership and things breaking at the worst possible times. You just gotta handle what’s in front of you, even if it’s a pile of dirty socks instead of beignets.
