Thought it was a bit late in the day, I decided to go to Nawlins after all. Getting there took a bit more than three hours, but I sat in traffic for another two. I finally got to my hotel room and left to go exploring around 10 p.m. It was near freezing, and everyone I spoke with seemed to think it was my fault, being from Canada and all.
After walking around for about an hour, I found myself in the French Quarter. Not quite Mardi Gras, but it was very busy and the general mood was drunk. Very drunk.
I will have to remember to bring a costume next time.
Wandering up and down Bourbon Street, I thought I'd get a beer and a bite to eat. Nope. No cash, no wallet. I wasn't ripped off; I left it all sitting on the bureau at the hotel when I changed my clothes. Doh.Oh well, it was interesting anyway.
Slept in a bit Sunday morning, then went back downtown to get some lunch.
Well. I thought it was busy last night. Suddenly I'm surrounded by thousands of people, including hundreds of the ugliest women I've ever seen. Who dat? Oh wait - they're New Orleans Saints football fans dressed in drag. Most of them would look better after being dragged.
Oh, I get it. The big game is next week. I'm glad I won't be here. If the Saints lose, they'll tear the place up. If the Saints win, they'll tear the place up. I didn't say anything about not liking football, so I made it out alive. Oh - no lunch either. Not a single seat anywhere, and even if there was, the smoke, particular cigar, was almost unbearable.
The day disappeared quickly, so I headed off toward Baton Rouge, hoping for some gumbo or jambalaya. Unfortunately, it was closed. 9:30 p.m. and nobody on the street (really - nobody), not a single open restaurant, nothing. Hmmph.
Maybe I can get some nachos in Natchez...
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