I was on my way to Panama City when a small portion of our group (8 of us) decided to stop in New Orleans. I actually got this idea from my boss, so thanks WGK. I managed to book a hotel on Bourbon Street for $100 so that was fantastic. As soon as we arrived and unpacked, we went and got frozen daiquiris. We had actually stopped in Baton Rouge to get drive-thru daiquiris but in my excitement I had forgotten that it was Sunday. We got dinner (fried alligator + crawfish pasta = A+) and then got hand grenades afterwards. Besides the loads of sugar every drink in New Orleans contains, they are damn tasty.
We decide to hit up some bars. Then, the DJ at the bar we’re at goes on about how some bars close at 2, some at 4, but in New Orleans this bar NEVER closes….wait what? You mean I can drink at a bar until the sun comes up? FREAKIN SWEET! Anyway, one of my buddies gets brought up on stage and is asked to sing the “white boy” lyric of Play that funky music. He does it in the most unemotional way ever, and the black singer goes: “dude I know you’re white, but we’re brothers man!” Everyone stars busting out laughing and then the singer asks my friend to sag his jeans. This is when the ladies start hollering for him (damn I wish I would’ve gone up there now). He sings some more, and more girls talk about how cute he is. By this time, I’m incredibly drunk and head to bed at midnight. So bars don’t close but I go pass out by midnight. I really need to get my priorities straight…
Cliff Notes
- Boss suggests for me to go to New Orleans
- Frozen daiquiris, purple people eaters, hand grenddes, etc.
- Find out bars never close
- Black man tells my white friend they’re brothers
- Pass out by midnight
