PART 1
Wow, let me tell you it was the time of my life, I really had a riot. And I want to add that it is about so much more than just women showing their tits. I have to say, I know before I left, I said I wasn't going to just see tits, but the thing is I wasn't sure if there really was anything other than Bourbon Street to do in New Orleans or at Mardi Gras. Well let me fuckin tell you, there is so much more there than that, I honestly think every person should go to this thing even if just the once. It really is a fantastic fuckin place.
So here I sit, beads on, ready to write. I have my new VooDoo lighter, it says VooDoo and is engraved with a skull and cross bones. The eyes light up when you flick the bick thingie. Too bad I didn't have one of those Hurricanes right about now, the local drink. Damn that is a good fuckin drink. I'll tell you what, knock a couple of those back and walk out onto a street where everyone is partying, and going crazy, hell that's my idea of a great time.
4:00AM.
That's the ungodly hour I had to get up at and get my shit ready, Cause
Boy, you goin to Mardi Gras. The trip down wasn't too bad, sure there
was a couple noticeable differences, like seeing armed Marines in a North
American airport. Boy I never thought I would see that day. Interesting
tidbit here, I got the tickets off of expedia.ca and man for the price
we paid the flight was alright. I would definitely use that service again.
A co-worker recommended the hotel we were to stay at, The International House. Now this place looked nice. I used to be on the road a lot for business, and I'm a bit of a snob when it comes to hotels. This placed looked nice, the people were nice, this was going to workout. We roll on up to the hotel at 11:30 AM, damn we are here and it is fuckin early. We are here. The Big Easy. Then it happened. They didn't have our reservations. FUCK ME this is not going to be good. Of all places and of all times to not have a hotel. We are fucked!
"Sorry Mr. Downs, somehow your reservation got cancelled."
"What?"
"We have your reservation, but someone seems to have cancelled it."
"What?"
"No worries though, we're just going to give you another one here. You'll be set in a second"
I thought that was it, this trip was doomed. But the people were so cool and so nice it was like no worries we are just gonna do this and do that and there's your key. SWEET.
And that's it, its noon and we were walking down the street. One and a half blocks up is Canal Street, this is going to be a place that the parades will pass by. Cool! And another block and a half this way is Bourbon Street. Well there we were, it was 12:30 in the afternoon and we were standing on Bourbon. We made our way up the street stopping in here and there, we grab a beer and are walking down the street beer in hand. This is fuckin cool. Because it's Thursday, the street isn't that busy, we can get a lay of the land check everything out for later in the trip.
Next thing I know, Hi there, this place is offering 3 for 1 beers and $2 shooters. Let's go right on in there and have a couple of those deals. Interesting fact when you are on Bourbon, you don't tip the waitresses, you buy them a shooter to drink with you. So fast forward 2 hours, its 4:00 in the afternoon, this bar is now getting packed, I've been off the plane for 3 hours, I'm drunk as hell and now I'm up on stage singing in a microphone to Kid Rock. You should have heard me "Hey I'm a badass motherfucker from Canada, come on you assholes its Mardi Gras Let's PARTY."
And that was just the first day.
Downs
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