My friend Dave had a business conference in New Orleans this past week. (You never hear about conferences in places like Peoria, IL, do you?) He called me several times during the week (often sober) to let me know what a great time he was having, trying to get me to come down for the weekend. He finally talked me into it, assuming I could get a decent fare from Priceline.com. Well, Mr. Shatner didn't let me down, so here are some pics from my whirlwind day spent in the Land of Jazz, Greasy Food, and Drunken Debauchery.
We hit the streets Saturday morning at the crack of Noon. This is just outside of our hotel, in the French Quarter.
We started the day with a healthy Louisiana-style breakfast, complete with fried eggs, buttery grits and the largest pancakes I've ever seen.
No adventure would be complete without a romp in a water fountain. (Yes, I was sober.) It seemed like a great idea, and it was fun, but the water was a lot deeper than it looked, and it was none too warm out. As expected, I did get some interesting looks.
I decided to take a drink. If you're going to get a little wet in early February, you might as well get really wet.
Dave made a friend in one of the mall shops.
I made a friend outside of the casino. Inside, I made a $40 donation to Harrahs Inc.
Dave found a home away from home. Maple Shade is still the coolest.
When evening finally came, it was time for the gang to go club hopping.
On Bourbon Street, a few beads bought me a smile and a kiss from Brandy and her sister.
Dave got a "Blow Job" shot at a crowded bar: The bartender (whom we nicknamed Josie) blows a jello shot through a tube into his mouth.
We rounded off the evening by relaxing and enjoying some of TV Land's Fandemonium Marathon Weekend. There's always time for the classics.
After a couple of hours' sleep, it was time to head back. It was a great trip... I hope to go back soon.