New Orleans..

.. was pretty much like business trip without any old-fashion business activities. Its called modern marketing, you show up to the events, talk to some folks, and the most important - party with them. You party your heart out. Well, I did party myself sick for the following weekend. On Wednesday morning we flew to New Orleans, which is in Lousiana, where the hurricane Katrina hit in some year last century (I guess it was 2005). The flight was like an hour and 10 min long. We flew Southwestern Airlines, they are funny as hell. Seriously, when the plane has landed and seatbelt sign was turned off the attendant said: "Like your mom said when you're 18, get your bags and get out!"
.. or in the middle of the flight: "can we have your attention, or pretend to have your attention. In case you are displeased with our service there are six exits aboard this aircraft"
... or while reading the safety instructions: "Should this flight turn into a cruise, your seat cushion can be used for floatation. And should the safety boat turn into a loooove-boat, then finish your business and paddle-paddle-paddle all the way to the Carribeans and we will be waiting for you with the peanuts on shore!"
... "there is a smoking section, over the wing"
..... or "if the window seat is open on your row please move to it so that when we pass by Delta (competitive airlines) over there they will think that our planes are full!"
I was laughing all the way over there....
Check out the Southwest Airline flight attendant rapping the instructions! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvdCFYLf_JI

Well we made it there. To New Orleans. My dad told me all the things i should not be doing, including not betting beads. Those colorful pearls people were wearing everywhere in this town. I was confused, i get whatever i want! If i wanna get beads, i will get beads, end of the story. Well... not quite. He later told me that the only way you can get beads in this town is to show your booobies, and then guys give you some. I was like... okay, I dont want to do anything with the beads now. I still though he was bullshitting though. We got to the hotel, it was right in the center of action, basically in Borboun street, which is THE party street. I mean, its a bar after club after bar after stripclub after more bars. They shut down the whole street every night so no cars are aloud there. And its free to get in anywhere! Even stripclubs... no kidding :D Sooo... guys. Who wants to visit me now?? I will take you N.O! Hahaa, NO! I wont. You fly your ass down there yourself. The hotel was pretty damn nice... Everybody who took part of the meeting/seminar/conference (not quite sure what it was, because let me mention, i didnt go to any of them. But it involved information exchanging "sitting-downs" in other words). Aaanyways. We were hungry so we went to eat in the restaurant just 2 steps across the street, called Mr B-s. I mean, i am not very picky about my food, but this stuff was just.. amazingly awsome. Really! I got barbaque shrimp (which means they put a bibb on me)(i looked retarded with that thing)(i really did)(and my dad took a picture of me with that bibb thing). But i really needed it, otherwise I would have looked like a zebra with very wrong colors.

Well, it was 2-3 pm. Time to start drinking! So we went to the bar in a hotel, it was called the carousel bar. We were sitting down and got irish coffees, and something was very wrong, but i thought i was stilled messed up from flying. I went to the restroom and when i got back i got very confused, there was an old lady sitting on my dads spot. I mean... what the hell? I saw him sitting the other side of the bar. (the bar table was a round circle). And then it hit me, the bar table was constantly moving around, slowly, but it was moving. And i still didnt figure everything out (I mean maybe it wasnt irish coffe, maybe it was something else, haa). I mean, if the table was moving, then our drinks would be moving too right? (damn im smart). But the seats were moving too. By that time just everything was moving. My brain literally stopped to seek for explanation to that damn bartable. But yes, it was a moving bar table! We moved couple of more rounds and went to take a nap then. Around 6 pm we got up and went to have another drink at the "rollercoaster". Then went to dinner, this time we went to the Oyster house. It was very very very tasty and good. I had 2 glasses Champaigne with my meal and desert. (damit, desert for lunch and dinner, they wont let me on the plane and suggest to walk my fatass own or purchase an extra ticket to fit my ass on another seat). Then we hit the Borboun street. It was getting busy. I finally started believing that whole bead-busshit that was going on. I mean yes, girls with i-do-have-a-skirt-you-just-dont-see-it skirts and "lick me" t-shirts had a hell lot of beads. And besides guys, they were pretty much the only ones wearing the beads. I got real confused when i saw an old lady, like 60 walking hand in hand with his husband down the street. I guess they were just turists without a caring father who told them the whole bead theory.. So people just looked at her funny, like she was a retired strippar trying to still hit it off.
Burboun street was getting busy. I had couple of shots, couple of coctails. And i talked a lot. Thats what i do when im hmm, lets say a little tipsy. We had some pretty good conversations, monolouges. I enjoyed every second of it! We got back to the hotel and talked to some other people who were there for the seminar (I just decided to call it a seminar from now on)

Next morning i woke up whenever i felt like it. That was around noon. It was about to go to lunch. We went back to Mr B-s across the street. I mean, A-M-A-Z-I-N-G whatever i had. I cant quite remember. Eeee, i know i didnt have to wear a bibb and it was really really good... Seafood pasta? Yeah! Seafood pasta Fettuchini Alfredo. We got back to the hotel, dad went to talk to some folks, and i went to get a Hawaiian treatment-massage at the spa. That felt soooooo goood! They told me to drink a lot of water later this night. I was thinking... yeah right. Champaigne and rum counts! They have water in it, and she did not say anything about other ingredients in the water. It was time to get ready and go to dinner. There were 8 of us, i think. We went to the place called Antonio or sth. Some french name. And this place was owned by the same family for over 170 years. It was huge! Had like 12 different halls and went from one street to another! We had a waiter Jeremy, a funny black dude who entertained us all night. I had, lobster. And they came with potatoes (huge crispy fries) and spinach. I promise, even spinach was delicious! I usually dont eat grass, but this stuff was great! I will not rewrite all the pleasant conversations we had and all the people we met, because i wouldnt know them anyway and it would just take too long. I had a nice frozen margarita for desert. After dinner Jeremy gave us a tour in the restaurant and we went to Razzoos where everybody else were partying. Dad left me there and went back to the hotel. I was like okay, where is the bar in this club. But what happened in N.O. rests in peace in N.O. Forever! Do no email me for further details please, because there is a good chance i will not respond. Well... But I sure did have a great time dancing! I got back around, at night. Went to bed and the next morning after the breakfast we flew back home. Absolutely a GREAT trip! Thank you dad for taking me down there! And thank you mom for putting up with Dalton while we were gone, it must have been hard..