New Orleans Part II: Bourbon Street on Halloween

okay you may have noticed the blog looks a little different. I have become an HTML nerd :)

anyway, I'm finally posting this stuff... It's probably a shame the only real part of New Orleans I got to see other than the arena grounds was Bourbon Street on a CRAZY weekend. Really, it was small, packed, and smelled ridiculously bad. BUT, it was an experience-- being able to carry beer around in the street (that you just bought from a window for $2 a quart), seeing the many ummmm creative costumes, wondering why there were a whole bunch of hot guys with their shirts off and then realizing we had crossed over to the gay bar section of town... lol.

So, Diane and I spent two nights on Bourbon Street: one with her cousin and her cousin's daughter, and one on our own. The first night I had a hurricane at O'Brien's, which is the STRONGEST drink I have EVER had!!! I had only drank about an inch of it and I was already buzzed! That probably explains why when I asked my team what they wanted for souvenirs, one requested that I drink a hurricane as fast as possible and then give her pictures of whatever happened afterwards :) Well, I survived without anything too terrible happening. We did get mooned though, and then the mooner hit on me. And, I got some really cool beads... Actually, well ummm I got TONS and TONS of beads. How I got them though will remain a mystery, but ask Steph and my team at work about the PACKS of beads they got as souvenirs :) And NO, I did not kiss any random boys (on purpose anyway) on either this trip or in Williamsburg, so don't get any ideas!!!! :Þ

Well, I'll give it to them-- even drunks are way creative! My favorite costume by far was the 2 Marines without pants!!! no pics though b/c we were still in the car. boooo. People went CRAZY though. I think we were the only people not dressed up. oh well. I think Diane's just happy we're still alive after all the stories people at the show had told her. I'm just glad we got to go.

I'm kind of wondering if my plane buddies were some of the shirtless boys... Hey they couldn't spell or cheer "aggressive" ("B-E--A-G-R-A-S-I-V-E"... wait that's not how you spell aggressive, is it..."), but they were pretty cute!

I also learned some important lessons, for instance NEVER try to drive across Bourbon Street at night!!! And, my lord parents should NOT be trying to get their 15 year-old daughters drunk. And last but not least, don't trust any of the skeevy New Orleans boys :)

Ok enjoy the pics... sorry for the R-rated content, but hey, if it's legal I figured it could be posted :Þ