Again, we woke up late today. After finally getting out of the hotel it was close to noon, if not later. Erika and I went down Bourbon Street and ate pizza at one of the many bars on the street. One slice of pizza was huge. An entire pizza from there would have probably been enough to feed 8 people with no problem. But anyhow, as we left the place we continued down Bourbon Street until we came upon Canal.
From Canal Street across from the CBD we went to the Shoppes at Canal Place. I thought at that moment Erika had found the perfect place to shop, with a large, two story Pottery Barn and three Banana Republics inside. The mall also ended up being the place with the movie theater showing Ferinheit 9/11. Of course, since neither of us had seen the movie decided to watch that after we did a little shopping.
9/11 ripped President Bush a new one. I enjoyed every minute of it. Sure, it is nothing more than a propaganda film, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Although I am not entirely confident with the choice of John Kerry, I would much rather vote for him than for a president that is run by corporate america. Hell, if the choice existed, I would vote for Nixon before I would vote for Bush. But, to get away from my feelings of whom is currently the president I will continue to talk about the day for future reference.
After the movie, we walked back to our hotel and took a nap so that we could be ready for the craziness to happen again. We walked down to Cafe Maspero again because we were familiar with the place and didn’t want to spend too much money. The alcohol there is cheap. I don’t mean it taste bad, I mean it is cheap. a $3 whiskey and coke, made heavy. Real heavy. You can’t taste the coke, and wonder if there is coke in it at all. $1 beer mugs. The place has quickly become our watering hole.
After getting trashed at the cafe, we walked down to Bourbon street again. We got some more tooters and dropped those back, then walked just to see all of the bars. This guy with beads in his hand asked if we wanted to go on the balcony. All of the people look sleazy, and at first I was thinking no. But then I thought to myself, why not, when else will I ever get the chance to hang over the balcony at Bourbon street and watch people work for beads. The fun ensued.
Other than the balcony and walking down Bourbon some more, there really isn’t much to add. Erika and I went back to the hotel to start the next day.
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hey do me a favor if you guys get a chance.
go to cafe du monde, in the french quater. get a cup of coffee and a pastery of somesort, it does not matter what. and take in the air. i really love that place.