The reference used in the last journal: 'Redd' my GBA was a nod to a nickname Jean Grey (my favorite comic character) used during "The Adventures of Cyclops and Pheonix". Geek bretheren holla back.
So I'm back from NOLA. I went out every night, met and hung with several people all real A-type personalities that work seventy hour weeks and rock their faces harder than firey red-rocked hell itself when they party. I learned five things from them:
1. Hennesy is good, but Jack is better
2. Craps is fun
3. I have an iron gut
4. My mind isn't as lucky as my gut
5. (I can't remember)
My only complaint is that I didn't get to go into Utopia or either of the Hustler strip joints on Burbon. Always next time.
I saw my first convincing Tranny the first night. (S)he walked right past me in the most provocative top i've ever seen outside of a strip club and I pulled Erick, my new buddy from Orange County, and asked him if he'd ever seen anything like her. As soon as "her" came from my mouth she turned around and her adams apple stuck out so far it could have poked me in the eye. He didn't even have to say anything, but Erick said "dude I think she's a guy man". Bravo captain obvious. Even more Kudos to my dumb ass.
Saturday was casino night. I was up about a hundred thousand on the craps table. Too bad it was Funny Money. Some guys had up to six hundred grand in chips. Then some guy from the midwest went to the real casino across the street from our Hilton and won a cool 64k. At least I wasn't the guy that got mugged twice, once for his phone the other for his money, or had a hangover the next morning.
I didn't get any beads either. I did get a taste for travel though. Anyone got a suggestion on where to go next?
So that's that. I'm buying a few dvds tonight and I have to burn the screeners i got from my source. I hope you have a good night journal.
So I'm back from NOLA. I went out every night, met and hung with several people all real A-type personalities that work seventy hour weeks and rock their faces harder than firey red-rocked hell itself when they party. I learned five things from them:
1. Hennesy is good, but Jack is better
2. Craps is fun
3. I have an iron gut
4. My mind isn't as lucky as my gut
5. (I can't remember)
My only complaint is that I didn't get to go into Utopia or either of the Hustler strip joints on Burbon. Always next time.
I saw my first convincing Tranny the first night. (S)he walked right past me in the most provocative top i've ever seen outside of a strip club and I pulled Erick, my new buddy from Orange County, and asked him if he'd ever seen anything like her. As soon as "her" came from my mouth she turned around and her adams apple stuck out so far it could have poked me in the eye. He didn't even have to say anything, but Erick said "dude I think she's a guy man". Bravo captain obvious. Even more Kudos to my dumb ass.
Saturday was casino night. I was up about a hundred thousand on the craps table. Too bad it was Funny Money. Some guys had up to six hundred grand in chips. Then some guy from the midwest went to the real casino across the street from our Hilton and won a cool 64k. At least I wasn't the guy that got mugged twice, once for his phone the other for his money, or had a hangover the next morning.
I didn't get any beads either. I did get a taste for travel though. Anyone got a suggestion on where to go next?
So that's that. I'm buying a few dvds tonight and I have to burn the screeners i got from my source. I hope you have a good night journal.
akirali:
Hmm, where to go next? How bout Key West. Its so beautiful there. Hurry before all the fucking frat packers co-opt it for spring break though. I mean you gotta love a city where everynight everyone gets together on a pier and watches and applauds the sunset.