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Greetings...From New Orleans I spent the most time and pictures in New Orleans. Originally, I was to fly back to DFW on Saturday night so I could make the road trip with the boys to the Big Easy. After we picked up a 7th guy, a second car would have been required. I graciously sacrificed and flew direct from Miami to New Orleans on Sunday afternoon. I know, I'm a giver. 4:15pm...Scott picks me up in the rain at MSY (the airport code for New Orleans). The car smells like 5 guys and they are all antsy to get to the hotel. Mike Dietz, I discovered, rode with Chelsea and Jessica, some RTVF girls that couldn't stay away from our good times.
After we settled into the hotel, it was about 6:30. Since we had such a blast at Howl at the Moon piano bar last time (over Labor Day), we wanted to hit it up again. Turns out, Howl sold their kitchen to a new restaurant next door, so we left to go to that restaurant, called ZydeQue. We had some great cajun food and a good local beer.
Casino time. Some of us headed to Harrah's. I won about $20, not that great of a night, but there would be two more. We met up with the rest of the group at Tropical Isle on Bourbon Street. They had a great drink called "The Hand Grenade" which I had several of over the course of the three days I was in town. Jose should be in this photo below, but he was cut out by the slightly drunk amateur photographer-
After spending considerable time at Tropical Isle, we moved onto The Cat's Meow, a karaoke bar, and then to Bourbon Street Blues Cafe, where Chelsea and Jessica were invited up on stage with the rest of the beautiful girls in the establishment. That's Jessica in the tube top on the right, and Chelsea with her back to the crowd and John's sweater around her waist. We were out that night until at least 3am. And it was a Sunday! Bourbon Street is rockin' every night of the week it seemed, which made our trip so much better. John and Brandon cheered the girls on from their seats...
The next day, I woke incredibly early...at like 10:30. No one else was close to being awake, and in hindsight, I should've left for the casino early. Because there were 7 guys in one room, I brought my cot and sleeping bag along to use. I set it up in the bathroom hallway for a nappin' good time. Once everyone was up and moving, we went to Popeye's Chicken for lunch, a quick bite before heading to the casino. The $3-6 Hold'em tables were less kind to me today; I lost $46. Because of the loss, I wasn't in the mood to drop 20 on a show at the House of Blues. Neither were Brandon, Scott, or Jose, so we went to Pat O'Brien's for dinner. The drinks were great, the atmosphere was perfect, the food was ordinary. Oh well, it's still a New Orleans landmark, so we had to go.
While we waited, there were so many vendors selling value priced drinks. "Huge Ass Beers" for only $4, 72 oz beers for only $12. Scott decided to partake in one of those. While the bottle says Miller, it's actually Coors Light.
It took Scott a big longer than you might think based on the pictures, but he did finish it himself, and saved the bottle to prove it. He got a lot of attention on Bourbon, and guys kept asking us where he got it. Jose and I did not win at poker that day, so we were on a more limited budget-
We met up with the rest about 11 and did the same
Of course, there were more Hand Grenades to be had the second night, more dancing, and even some Mardi Gras beads. It seems they are always in style down in New Orleans. We did spend the week with four boyfriends (Paul, Scott, Brandon, and John), so it had to be somewhat tame. Brandon's girlfriend was in Vegas, but with her dad, so I don't know if she had the same experience we did. Brandon called her several times though...
Scott and I went back early - we had had enough for the night. The others made it back eventually, but not before John apparently threw himself against the wall of the girls' hotel room. It kept everyone laughing the next day though. Tuesday...I wanted to wake up and go to the casino early, but I wasn't the first up. Jose was and he was gone by 11, if not earlier. When we finally made it out of the room, we went to lunch on Decatur Street, which faces the river. "Someplace nice" (must have been the girls' decision), and then Scott and I headed back to Harrah's. I was down 25 or s Scott and I ate at Bubba Gump and shopped at House of Blues and got ready for the last night on the town.
Dietz was all excited because at midnight it would be St. Patrick's Day, and for some reason, he celebrates it heartily. I think it's because of its basis on alcohol, because he's not Irish (to my knowledge) and he's more of a Wisconsin fan than a Notre Dame fan. Nevertheless, he wore his ND had and ND "Irish" shirt. At the stroke of midnight, we celebrated. The next morning, Scott took me to the airport before getting the rest up. What a good friend. They took off from New Orleans a little bit later, while I flew back to Dallas to begin my next trip...
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thing as the previous night, hitting all the best clubs and bars. The bar of choice was Utopia, where it was spring break central or something. There was plenty of action, and even Paul got into dance mode.
What a good boyfriend. The night ended again around 3am, and of course Monday night on Bourbon was greater than Saturday night anywhere else. 
o, but what the heck, why not another day of hold'em poker. After a horrible first couple hours and several all-in bets, I whittled my way up to $280. The last hand I would've won, and probably stayed in for, but I was chasing an inside straight and the guy next to me was betting huge (he had pocket As). Winning hand was queens and tens. Oh well...