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New Orleans III

Saturday Night.

I took this night way easier than the previous two. Mostly because I did not, under any circumstances, want to be, in any way, hungover on the flight home.

I don't fly well.

I also irrationally believe that if I get out of my seat on a plane I will somehow throw off the balance of the plane causing us to plummet to the earth.
Stupid, I know, but I'm allowed my feelings as they say in 80's counselling.

So, anyhow, Saturday we spent the day at the food booths again...big surprise right?

I had a fish taco for the first time. Whenever anyone ever told me they had a fish taco I always pictured a taco shell with a fish in it. You know, with the tail sticking out one end and the head sticking out the other...sort of like a cartoon fish taco.

Yeah...they're not like that. They're really good with guacamole and everything.

We finally made it to Harrah's to have a beer at the ice bar. Nice. The bartender was very friendly and I lost $5 in a slot machine. Then we set out on our mission to find The House of Blues and The Hard Rock Cafe.

First though, I had to stop and buy yet another T-shirt (my third) because I had spilled my drink on the shirt I was wearing and didn't want to look like an idiot for the rest of the day.
(Although I pretty much did because the T-shirt didn't exactly match the kicky little skort that I was wearing.)

We got lost looking for the House and the Cafe but we did find a Coyote Ugly bar.
Have you seen that movie? Rent it. Watch it.

WE had drinks there, took some pictures. Watched the bar tender dance on the bar. And then we watched the yuckiest thing I have ever seen.

There were two women sitting at the bar and they must have ordered shots. Now, in the movie you sit with your back to the bar and tilt your head back and the bartender pours the shot directly in your mouth. But here in this particular Coyote Ugly you sit with your back to the bar, tilt your head back and the bartender takes a shot in HER mouth and then spits it into yours...eeewwww.
The other woman must have ordered a body shot which normally you slurp up off someone's body. (little bit icky but not too bad) But here in this particular Coyote Ugly the bartender takes a shot in her mouth, spits it onto the body of the other bartender and then you slurp it up....eeeewwwww.

Also, in the bar are bras...hundreds and hundreds of bras hanging from the ceiling. S so wanted to leave our bras and had I been wearing anything less clingy I would have but I've got 39 year-old-birthed-3-kids boobs and to unleash them would have scarred me for life. So we didn't. But now I wish we had.

In case you haven't noticed I'm big on taking the experience and runnin' with it.

We left there and continuted our search for the House and the Cafe. After what seemed like hours of walking we finally found the House of Blues and...it's closed. Damn!

So we moved onto a little cafe and I bought G a T-shirt from the New Orleans Police Department. Did I tell you the story of him and the police horse? I will.

We find Johnny White's Bar which is the one place that never closes. Didn't even close all through the hurricane. They were the only place in all of the French Quarter that stayed open before, during and after the hurricane so of course, I wanted to go there and have a drink at the bar.

I climb up on a bar stool next to a smiling older gentleman who says to me, "How you doin', bebe?" I say, "I'm fabulous!" and he says, "That's what I heard." So cute. Then the lady on the other side of me says, "Don't pay him no mind he says that to all the pretty girls"
They were regulars so I had my local beer with them and we chatted for a bit. Super nice people.

We all move on to a bar that served those hand grenades...god, I love those.

G. headed back to the room to have a snooze and we very slowly made our way there...shopping and drinking on the way.

That night we headed out down Bourbon St. again, throwing beads and catching those thrown at us. Went into some good bars with great bands.

People down Bourbon st. were just crazy. There was a guy with a giant fake penis in his pants and as people walked by his balcony he'd whistle and when you looked up he'd whip out this like 2 foot long thing and start waving it around. Hysterical.

We called it an early night around 12 or so. But checked out the action from our balcony until I don't know when. The noise and party kept going until after 4:30am.

Tomorrow was our flight home and I wanted to be sure to be 100% so I was asleep by 1am. Sad but true.

Next...our last day.

P.S. Never did find the Hard Rock.

9:42 a.m. - 2006-05-01

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