O Glorious Birthday,

November 26, 2006

It has come to pass that on January 1st 2007, I will be partying (vomitting) somewhere in New Orleans, Louisiana. This has been approved and sponsored by my older sister who I doth love very much.

Seriously though, New Orleans! Yeah, so it’s been devastated and robbed of its very soul — that doesn’t mean there isn’t crazy stuff going on! And the French Quarter is still there. And maybe some absinthe. Sweet, sweet absinthe, how I will find you. I will FIND YOU.

I have strayed from the topic. This post today is to come up with some things to do. We’ll be staying at a very nice hotel and I’m sure we’ll drink and visit the French Quarter, which will be an experience unto itself (finally I shall walk in the footsteps of Ignatius J. Reilly), and no doubt just being there will be enough, but I ask you, my dear readers, the throngs of you, do you have any ideas?

Please comment, cause there’s gotta be something to do down there that I haven’t thought of. ASIDE FROM DISROBING AND REQUESTING BEADS. AND COLLECTING AN STD. Those two have been judged and deemed unworthy of the cause. Even though I would get some king sized beads and some king sized crabs. Always #1 baby.

5 Responses to “O Glorious Birthday,”

  1. Mark Says:

    Go crazy and spend your entire time in New Orleans SOBER. Go on, I dare ya 😛

  2. Drew Says:

    But how else will I destroy my memory and stop myself from reflecting on my petty and vacant life? You ask too much.

  3. Mark Says:

    Petty and vacant? Dude, you’re going to NEW ORLEANS! No better place since the old Orleans!

  4. DBW Says:

    I am HIGHLY disappointed in you, mon ami. There is more to New Orleans than beer and drunkardness. For starters, you of all people should know that the city is supposed to be haunted as Hell. I Googled it real quick and theres probably as many haunted tours as there are bars and naked boobs. Theres also the food: crawfish, gumbo, jambalaya, and those are just basics. Take a swamp tour on an airboat. Go listen to some jazz. Or go to the Garden District. Visit the National World War II Museum. Or… heck… anything except passed out in the gutter of Bourbon Street.

  5. Drew Says:

    Totally forgot about the WWII museum… created by Tom Fuckin’ Hanks himself. Thanks for the reminder.

    I’m not big on seafood… other than like fish ‘n’ chips, so that’s kind of out, but Bri has a good Italian place lined up. Looking forward to that.

    I can’t say I’m a believer in ghosts much any more. I’d need something like that scene from Ghostbusters where they’re in the library to make me believe (that was scary). Seemed easy as a kid, not so much any more.. much like everything.

    I mean, remember that time we went to that “most haunted place in America” in San Diego and we paid like 10 bucks to stand around and stare at old furniture? Something to do, yes, but also a complete rip off

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