And So It Begins...

I’m sorry for not being around lately, Internet. You know I missed you. I thought about you everyday, Internet. I’ve just been busy. Come on, baby, don’t be angry with me. On the bright side, I have some stories to tell.

I am currently sitting in the lobby of a hotel on Canal Street in the great city of Nawlens. I know most of you have already been, or heard enough about it to feel like you have been. But I haven’t. So, I’m going to see if I can show you what it looks like through my fresh eyes. My fresh, beer soaked, boob filled eyes. Huzzah!

Well, since last night was my first night here… this will be a short one. Didn’t have much time but did manage to venture out to Bourbon Street for a while. I grabbed a “Huge Ass Beer to go” (patent pending) and was off to pound the pavement fueled by beer, and hope. All I can say is, I was amazed, even though I thought I knew what to expect, by the sites the graced these inspired eyes. I saw beer being handed out by the gallon right on the street. I witnessed street performers who dressed like statues, stand still then jump out at unwary passers by who then paid them a dollar for their efforts. I had a glimpse of the awe-inspiring power that little, plastic balls strung together with fishing line can harness. Madness, mayhem, and obstreperous conviviality... then I looked down at my watch, which screamed 9:35 pm back at me.

That’s right… and that was only part of the first night.