A special thanks to the insightful words of Big B. He obviously took time to spellchekc and grammar check his post and that is NOT what this blog is all about. I’ll tell you this though; it does make for a nicer read! The trip down to New Orleans was one for the books, from Kegs to Beers, Absinthe to Slushies, Hand Grenades to Atomic Wedgies, I was quite happy. Even though he booked my bachelor party on the GAYEST weekend in New Orleans, it was still a blast. The teams were picked and we stayed shirts and everyone else went skins. From a guy getting off the elevator peeling an orange stopping and saying, “oooooo you’re cute…” to a 5am shirtless passerby asking Jason Brad and I if, “Ya’ll Queer,” we simply replied “no thank you.” A bum exclaimed to me at one point that, “My Cat Had Puppies!” I told him congratulations of course (didn’t want to be rude) and moved on and he chuckled to himself as he smiled a 2 tooth smile and took a sip of his Colt 45 40oz.….classic. I will say this I had so much fun, and would go back in a second. Having an upstairs balcony bar to ourselves our own music and a personal bartender a nice touch. I will tell you it is quite a sight to see 9 guys drool over one chick that they all knew they had no chance with. Although this “Allison” is the love of all of your lives you must press on to greater women who don’t have 2 kids and are divorced and live in New Orleans. My voice was shot by day two from smoking so many cigs which I vow to never touch again. “Give it all you got!” “Give it all you got!” Here are a few more food critiques that I experienced below….enjoy….thanks for the ride boys on the bigger and better things…Who is next...?
In addition to the crawfish pie and soft-shell crab po-boy I enjoyed a few different items that were quite good. 1. Crawfish po-boy: what could be better than a sub style baguette, with fried crawfish with peppers onions an cheese, man that was good. 2. Fried Gator po-boy: Man was this good, taste like chicken with a zing of Cajun spices. The kicker was that in the basket of fries were hidden gems (gator bites that fell out into the fries). 3. Dirty water Hot Dogs: who could pass up a hard working street vender for an 8 inch hotdog with chili cheese and relish? NOT ME. I had about 3-4 that I can remember. Food at its best. Now I’m not a relish eater, but I thought I’d give it a whirl since that’s how he prepared it and I had no choice! I was pleasantly surprised at the explosion of taste that took place. What could be better to wash it all down than a nice Hurricane or the ever dangerous Hand Grenade?
Gentleman,
We must go onward to the Rehearsal, the Rehearsal Dinner, the Wedding, Pictures, and Reception. An I’ll be thinking of you all when I am laying on the beach in the Dominican eating pounds of Pineapple drinking ridiculously fruity drinks, and you can use your imagination…
Much Love All
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