
I was in New Orleans looking for a place to live. I went to an apartment owned by Giada De Laurentis and she was showing me around. It was in the French Quarter and was classic New Orleans. The apartment had living quarters on one side of a courtyard and a small restaurant on the other. Giada was telling me how easy it was to run the restaurant and how much I would love living in New Orleans. Suddenly I was with Laurel and others from Ft. Collins and we were white-water rafting down a river. Darkness set in and it was very hard to see where we were going and to navigate around the rocks. I got scared and pulled over onto a sandy shoreline. I decided to go back to the apartment Giada had shown me and look at it again. Susan and one of her friends were with me and we had decided to move in together. We were talking over the logistics because the living quarters were quite small. Giada had told me that the rent was only $540 per month and I just couldn't see how I could pass up such a deal. Plus, I would finally realize my dream of owning my own restaurant. I was just worried that I wouldn't know how to run the restaurant and I really wanted someone I trusted to go into business with me.















