New Orleans for a bachelor party? Okay, twist my arm.
I spent last weekend in New Orleans, which is an amazing town that I hadn’t been to since I was about 8 years old. Of course there was an occasion, which was Kevin’s impending marriage. That means beers.
I was very curious what was in a “fish bowl”. That seems oddly unspecific.
Four really bad ideas. Hand grenades are made with moonshine, kool-aid, and regret.
It’s the “we hate our livers” club, on Bourbon St.
As freaky as this looks, it was actually an entry hallway to a grotto and a club called The Dungeon.
This is apparently the longest functioning Catholic church in the US.
Beignets and coffee can cure the world’s most powerful hangover. It’s true, I read it on Wikipedia.
Lafayette Cemetery is beautiful and peaceful.
Yellow fever? I think some of my family died of that. When I was playing Oregon Trail.
In this episode of Left 4 Dead, zombies come back from the dead and kill me.
I can’t explain this guy, but he’s a fan of the Saints. Who dat?
This was my home office. Not a bad view of the world to get some work done.
Seriously, someone needs to explain to me why this boat is here. It’s in a fenced in area, on land, in a public square. Is that the Mayor’s personal boat or something?
Bourbon St.
I LIKE BEERS BIGGER THAN MY HEART IS.
I’ll take the soup.
These guys are all hand rolling cigars. All day long. It’s hypnotizing.
Nice place for a wedding. I just happened to run across it while I was wandering around. They gave me a kazoo and we all hummed “Here Comes the Bride” together. Pretty cool way to end a trip.