good goddamn. what a drunken, killer time i’ve had in norleans. i write this, surprisingly, without a hangover, after another ridiculous night. i like this town a lot. i could see how it might draw people in enough to make ‘em stay here… but at the same time i can also see how it could get real old real quick. but i figure it like this, i AM a new yorker at heart.
as a heads up, this will NOT be a long post. it’s too hot and i want to jump into the pool. i’ll only be making a post about the first day, even though i’m already on the third day. i need time to process. fucking norleans.
so good in this shit hot weather
but let’s just talk about how much of a goddamn party city this is. they sell fucking hard liquor in the goddamn pharmacies. they sell shots in the liquor stores. as long as it ain’t in glass, you can drink on the street whatever. it is an insane little city.
the best medicine evar
and it is awesome.
and the hostel reflects the awesomeness. it’s a relatively giant compound with fish and a pool and colourfulness and is just a great time. they legitimately have a refrigerator just for alcohol. it’s such a good time, i’m going to be spending most of today in the pool to cool off.
i actually really want a tattoo of a koi
i made dinner the first night i got in for the mates i met at the hostel and then we went out. the crew was lisa from texas, the jarhead, the canadien, the manx, howard and miss serena. after a fucking epic journey that ended up actually getting us to the place after the band had played and seeing what felt like almost all of norleans, we ended up meeting with these two local girls. they were med students at tulane and walked us over to frenchman street… which was significantly better than the shithole known as bourbon street.
me n miss lisa
the folks on the bus
where are we going?!
we ended up having an awesome time going from jazz club to jazz club, listening to awesome livem usic and generally getting plastered. we met up with this AWESOME jazz singer by the name of miss arlee who ended up singing at every place we went and getting the crowd moving.
the crew on bourbon street
hiho the derry-o, it's the crew don't yanno
the dirty manx
dba band
miss alex and her band, awesome
miss arlee singing
me and the canadien
i’m sorry i’m not at my most eloquent this morning. it’s too fucking hot and there’s most likely too many toxins still in my body.
i will update about the next day later on… and i will say that i am beginning to write again, which is awesome sauce.
life is like a girl you pick up, you never know what you’re gon’ get.
Tags: food and drink, new orleans, ramblings