Okay, i had an AMAZING weekend. i went to new orleans, these are the events as to what transpired.
thursday morning: 12am. got on the bus. we watched an old wrestling video from 1985, called Hulk Hogan: Real American. it was so freaking hilarious...he headbutted the soviet flag. i fell asleep about two or three. we drove through the night, eating at a shoney's in nowhere mississippi. i felt really really terrible, because i said "fuck" around this little girl in the restaurant...i really really really really really need to watch my language.
we got to the hotel, chilled out for a while, then went to a restaurant called houstons, absolutely amazing. after that we headed to bourbon street. i didnt drink that night. it was alright, bourbon street is a sight to behold. its utter craziness.
anywho we got there at about 10, and were just walking along. we looked up and saw matt mohr, bill, and mark on a balcony, egging chicks on to flash. matt flashed his boobies, and then proceeded to take out his junk...it was great, let me tell you. ::sarcasm:: they were wasted by this point.
we got back to the hotel around 12, and i sat outside and read for a while, it was nice.
Friday we went to the conference, which wasnt anything really special. the food sucked and blahblahblah...it definitly wont be the part i remember about this trip.
that night, i didnt want to go down to bourbon street again, at all. i really didnt have a great time the night before, because it just wasnt fun sober. but we ended up down there anyway. i decided that i wanted to drink, i know that i told jessie i wouldnt...i really hate that i broke that promise, but i did.
i had a couple of daiquiris, not a big deal...i wasnt really feeling it, i was just a little loose. we were hanging out in this hip-hop club that adrian wanted to go to, so we did...it was alright, it had a balcony that we hung out on. after that, we decided that we wanted more alcohol, so each of us got a hand grenade...not a good idea. sooooooo much alcohol. in case you were wondering what is in a hand grenade:
Gin, 1 Part
Grain Alcohol, 1 Part
Melon liqueur, 1 Part
Rum , 1 Part
Vodka, 1 Part
that night, we got back to the hotel and i had to take care of a friend of mine who was way more drunk than i was, well...we both had the same amount to drink, but she is smaller than me. its surprising how quickly you can sober up when needed.
the next morning i woke up, completely on my own, at 6:30...still drunk. i stumbled out of bed and to the shower.
we went to the conference, blahblahblah...nothing exciting. that night we stayed in, ordered a pizza, and i was asleep by 8:30.
the bus left early the next morning, and i was here by 7:45pm.
the trip was amazing fun, a much much needed break.
thursday morning: 12am. got on the bus. we watched an old wrestling video from 1985, called Hulk Hogan: Real American. it was so freaking hilarious...he headbutted the soviet flag. i fell asleep about two or three. we drove through the night, eating at a shoney's in nowhere mississippi. i felt really really terrible, because i said "fuck" around this little girl in the restaurant...i really really really really really need to watch my language.
we got to the hotel, chilled out for a while, then went to a restaurant called houstons, absolutely amazing. after that we headed to bourbon street. i didnt drink that night. it was alright, bourbon street is a sight to behold. its utter craziness.
anywho we got there at about 10, and were just walking along. we looked up and saw matt mohr, bill, and mark on a balcony, egging chicks on to flash. matt flashed his boobies, and then proceeded to take out his junk...it was great, let me tell you. ::sarcasm:: they were wasted by this point.
we got back to the hotel around 12, and i sat outside and read for a while, it was nice.
Friday we went to the conference, which wasnt anything really special. the food sucked and blahblahblah...it definitly wont be the part i remember about this trip.
that night, i didnt want to go down to bourbon street again, at all. i really didnt have a great time the night before, because it just wasnt fun sober. but we ended up down there anyway. i decided that i wanted to drink, i know that i told jessie i wouldnt...i really hate that i broke that promise, but i did.
i had a couple of daiquiris, not a big deal...i wasnt really feeling it, i was just a little loose. we were hanging out in this hip-hop club that adrian wanted to go to, so we did...it was alright, it had a balcony that we hung out on. after that, we decided that we wanted more alcohol, so each of us got a hand grenade...not a good idea. sooooooo much alcohol. in case you were wondering what is in a hand grenade:
Gin, 1 Part
Grain Alcohol, 1 Part
Melon liqueur, 1 Part
Rum , 1 Part
Vodka, 1 Part
that night, we got back to the hotel and i had to take care of a friend of mine who was way more drunk than i was, well...we both had the same amount to drink, but she is smaller than me. its surprising how quickly you can sober up when needed.
the next morning i woke up, completely on my own, at 6:30...still drunk. i stumbled out of bed and to the shower.
we went to the conference, blahblahblah...nothing exciting. that night we stayed in, ordered a pizza, and i was asleep by 8:30.
the bus left early the next morning, and i was here by 7:45pm.
the trip was amazing fun, a much much needed break.
might head down for jazzfest...haven't decided though.
glad you had a blast.
My favorite drink is a vulgar virgin.