If you’ve got booze, prepare to dispense it. If you’ve got beads, prepare to see my chest hair. And if you’ve got boobs, prepare to dispense them as well. I’m about to embark on a trip to the Big Easy, Bourbon Street, N’Olns for Mardi Gras. And I got to be honest, I’m kinda excited.
My buddy Dukesycat lives down in the Big Easy — I’ve been down there a couple times (which you can read about here and here), but never for Mardi Gras, which I’m told is the craziest and most insane time of year. Some compare it to the Holy Grail of party times, others say it’s more like a delicious grilled cheese sandwich with crawfish stuffed inside. That second one I don’t really get. But the party will be huge, of this much I am certain.
Oh yeah, and the Saints are in the Super Bowl. No big deal.
Unfortunately, I’m a total idiot and booked my flight a couple months ago, with no knowledge of such fanicful things as the Super Bowl. So my flight is returning on Sunday afternoon, at 5:30 N’Olins time — aka literally the same time of kick off for Super Bowl. So yes, I will be in New Orleans for Super Bowl weekend, New Orleans is in the Super Bowl, and I will be flying, leaving the city, during the game. Kinda mucked that one up.
Regardless, should be one for memory bank. I plan on perhaps even peeing on Dukesycat’s couch, or perhaps a well placed upper decker? I’m not sure, my friend and I were discussing these seemingly endless possibilities (he’s also making the trip). Dukes, I know you’re reading this. Put down some rubber sheets.
J slash K. Or am I?
You’ll just have to wait and see. As for me, I’m off to drink sweet tea, eat some spicy gumbo, and tell enough stupid jokes to make my friends sick of me (this usually takes about 3 hours. Lets see if I can do it in 2).
I’ll take some pictures and represent Pizza Comedy down on Bourbon Street. Go Saints!
