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Monday, July 12, 2004

Expensive night. Holy fuck it

Expensive night. Holy fuck it is when you're not looking. Dinner at Port of Call... appetizers were Neptune's Monsoons. If you know 'Nawlins then you know exactly how deadly these are... yeah. So, crazy burger and police assistance later, we were on Bourbon St. and shortly in the blues bar of all good deliverance. Joe and I had a fab time while Raymund people-watched outside (read: observed strange breasts being flashed). Jimmy Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughan later, we were back in motion. Drink. Observe. Drink. Laugh. Observe. It's all good. Expensive, but good. Joe and I have spent way too much money in this town tonight, but the pizza is on the way and the buzz is as strong as Paul Bunyan's Ox. I need sleep like the big Lotto payoff, but shit happens and tomorrow is another day. Ufftah!
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 on  07/12  at  11:41 AM

’Nawlins is a blast.  If you’ve got time check out, I think it’s called, Madame Wu’s.  Just ask around for the Asian-fusion place off Bourbon with the cross-dressing waitstaff/entertainment.  It’s fun and the food is really, really good.

Oh, and you need walk down nearly to the end of Burbon to, if I remember right, The Blacksmith’s Pub.  It’s really cool.  Waay down.  It’s the last bar on the left.  Open.  Dark.  Really low roof.  No electric light to speak of.  All the vampire/voodoo/ghost tours meet there.  It’s the oldest pub in New Orleans, maybe the state.

irfan  on  07/12  at  03:13 PM

This is as close to a drunk as I have seen in recent memory from C.

 on  07/12  at  03:17 PM

lol - Madame Wu’s - classic!

Port o Call is the best damn burger in the state of Louisiana fo sho.

 on  07/12  at  03:46 PM

Heh, Sam, yeah it’s a funny place.  We got some incriminating photos of a friend from there with one of the “hostesses”.  He was like, “I think that one’s a real girl.” We were all, “dude, you can’t trust anything in here.  You’re crazy.  Did you see her Adam’s Apple???” The flashbulbs lifted any illusion.  It was a man, baby.

 on  07/12  at  03:48 PM

I would expect even C might get drunk in a place where they sell 44oz daqueries from Slurpy machines right out on the street.  We called them “Lushies”.

irfan  on  07/12  at  06:14 PM

I will have this place out next time I am in NO ... speaking off, it’s been a while.

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