New Orleans adventures
Making jello shots:
Halloween in New Orleans is quite a kick. Some of the costumes were incredibly clever or elaborate. Others? Well, let’s just say that tightie-whities and a towel around one’s neck isn’t the sort of *costume* that just every man can pull off successfully.
A trip to New Orleans just wouldn’t be complete without at least one night spent with our pirate friends. David arranged a pub crawl mid-week and about a dozen of us took part. One of the cool things about being a pirate (or wench) is that the bars are delighted to have us stop in and will happily fill our own tankards rather than the usual plastic cups. See? Even pirates can be “green”. Plus, you can carry your mug from bar to bar without having to purchase a drink in each place. Good thing since I think we hit eight or nine bars that night. And if you’ll promise not to tell, I’ll share my little secret. You can even drink water from a pirate tankard. Shhh!
There’s nothing quite like roaming the Quarter with a motley crew of pirates and wenches. But you have to be careful or you just might find yourself being abducted and taken into The Dungeon leaving your own pirate to wonder where you went.
Tune in tomorrow for more about our trip to New Orleans!
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Thar be pirates!
“Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.”~ Mark Twain (Life on the Mississippi)
I can’t begin to tell you everything about our piratical adventures but I will share a couple of amusing stories. On Saturday night all the pirates and wenches gathered for a bar crawl through the French Quarter. We divided into 4 groups of about 50 each, started in different locations and then were led on a tour of several bars, meeting up on Bourbon Street where we all recited a toast we had learned (one line per bar) and then threw beads to tourists from the balcony of Johnny White’s.
Our group had the *honor* of being accompanied by a brass band on our trek through the French Quarter. This wasn’t planned; they just showed up and decided to follow us. I kept thinking that while it was rather fun, they really weren’t playing that well and they kept playing the same song over and over. At one point we had all gathered outside one of the bars on the tour and watched as a wedding party and its band paraded down the street in front of us. I always enjoy watching these wedding parades with everyone waving their white handkerchiefs and dancing down the street. *Our* band suggested that they should challenge the other to a “battle of the bands” but fortunately for the wedding party, they didn’t pursue this plan.
It wasn’t until the following day, while sitting around with several pirate friends rehashing the weekend, that we found out why the band was a little different. Turns out they had all indulged in ‘shrooms just before deciding to join us. Ah, it all made sense.
The other funny story I can share (there are others I won’t!) took place Sunday. David and I were eating lunch at this fabulous new place, The Royal Street Deli. David overheard the waitress say something to another table of diners about being out of something because of the pirates. When she came by our table he asked her about it. Turns out they were completely out of hot sauce because the pirates had come through the night before and used all the hot sauce in their bloody marys. No hot sauce at a restaurant in New Orleans? I never would have believed it.
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