Life on Bourbon Street

This post recounts the events of Wednesday, May 19th 2010.

We woke up pretty late this morning, what with the barely sleeping in our room that smelled like someone shit himself and then threw away his pants in the garbage can in the room and all, but we managed to put our Wal-Mart groceries to good use. I didn't much feel like doing anything that morning/afternoon for we were planning on doing Bourbon Street that evening and retire quietly before a long drive to San Antonio, TX, the next day. Obviously, this was New Orleans, and that is nowhere near what happened. First off, we met Ravi, this Indian guy who lives just south of Windsor, ON. Now, I'm going to tell you something about myself that you might not know: I'm in love with the Indian accent. I could not stop laughing, not only for the accent, but this guy was actually funny too. Oh man...We asked him if he wanted to come to Bourbon Street that night, but he wanted to watch the Lakers and the Suns play. We compromised and told him we'd watch the first half with him if he came with us to Bourbon. Me and Tyler decided, since this was to be our last night in NOLA, and that we still had so much of the food we bought at Wal-Mart, that we were going to cook for a select few people that were around the common room. Invitees were: Me, Tyler, Ravi, Autumn (a friend Tyler spoke to on the shit night) and Tim (the hostel manager). On the menu: Sauteed tofu with a mesquite marinade, a side spinach salad with honey mustard dressing, fried spinach and a red bell pepper. The supper was an obvious success, and we were quite pleased with ourselved. Man, the amount of tofu we had was immense, no way we would've finished that à deux...

Reese, one of the hostel managers, gave us a ride to the top of Bourbon St after dinner. It was only around 6 pm, but everyone was drinking outside and there were street performers everywhere. This is pretty much where shit hit the fan and I told myself, "When in Rome..." and got a bucket (around 1.5 L) of beer for 4$. On the other hand, Tyler, my partner in crime for this road trip, decided this day, to be is last day of drinking ever. Quite the city to decide that in, but I have the utmost confidence that he will accomplish his goal. As I returned to my drink, we walked around and saw this beautiful girl sing on Royal and saw strip clubs galore and people seemingly drunk walking aimlessly to their next bar...awww...paradise. Just kidding, but you have to take it all in, right? We got back to the hostel late that night, and Tyler, Leland and I were to have a big day of driving ahead of us. Leland was happy since we were bringing him to Austin to try anew over there, his gig not really working for him down in NOLA.

And tomorrow was to be another day.

Quote of the day:

"Soooooo many good artists in Canada, let's see...Celine Dion, and and and, Bryan Adams!"

- Ravi discussing Canadian singers

Drinks consumed today:

5 (dont ask what size they were)

Song of the day: Rid of me by PJ Harvey