No but, really, New Orleans, what the fuck? Are you trying to kill me? What did I ever do to you to deserve that? What the fuck, man? Because clearly:
1.- You think I don't drink enough:
- your bars are seemingly open all night.
- you tolerate, nay encourage, carrying around plastic cups of beer, large plastic cups of beer, styrofoam cups of margaritas, fishbowls of some sort of alcohol contraption and sundry other novelty plastic containers of alcohol.
- when those carry-arounds are empty, and it's too much effort to actually go into a bar, you have streetfront counters that provide refills.
2.- You think I sleep too much:
- your bars are seemingly open all night, and feature absolutely bat-shit-crazy-good music that gets one dancing until all hours of the morning.
- all-day breakfast is a staple restaurant offering.
3.- You think I don't eat enough:
- you have great restaurants on every street corner.
- gumbo, raw oysters, grilled oysters, jambalaya, muffalettas, beignets, crawfish étouffée, and, oh yes, I'll have a po'boy for dessert please. Also, the bread pudding and the sweet potato pecan pie.
So, clearly, New Orleans, you're out to get me.
And I absolutely love you for it...
Sent wirelessly from my BlackBerry device on the Bell network.
Envoyé sans fil par mon terminal mobile BlackBerry sur le réseau de Bell.
Hahaha! Picture someone of my size in this city. My first breakfast in NO, involved the waiter saying " aw grl this is yer first time.... " and brought me the equivalent of a tornado with 4 oz of alcohol. Illegal in Canada and apparently breakfast in NO. That city was a blur of seeing a band of absolutely every type and ALL were good. My only complaint for NO is that I felt every time I ordered something I felt it was enough food for 3....i.e. I ordered breaded mushrooms and they brought me like 25-30!!!! here it is about a dozen tops. Glad you are having fun! I'm having fun following your journey. Mandy McC
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