All Ways But One

For the past two years of my life things have gone all ways but one, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thursday Night:

Roaming around New Orleans on a Thursday night normall results in some quantity of everclear being consumed along with the almighty $1 high life at 80s night on Toluse St.

Two Austrailian girls introduced themselves to Brad (pictured far right) and myself at the Dungeon. They were on a 24 day tour of America and could not understand the worth in our Grand Canyon "I'ts just a buncha rOcks." Apparently, the "grog" is cheap in New Orleans as well. They also said the word "pOckets" in the most charming way. After thirty minutes of listening to Slayer and enjoying adorable accents it was time to move on.

At one point in the night I was walking a newly made friend Jessi to her car. We ended up in the courtyard at the W which, however awkward, was quite nice to look at. I got a bottle of free champagne out of the deal as well. Jessi stole it from a hotel on Camp street right by Lafayette square that she used to work it.

The bar upstairs didn't have a credit card machine which resulted in my becoming a beggar for a short amount of time. At some point I yelled at amy about nothing for a good three minutes. And by nothing I mean the fact that we are going to have amazing Jewish babies who are investment bankers. Brad found a Samsung Sync cell phone, which is now mine, and we ended up dancing a good five pounds of water weight out. Upon waking up the next day uptown and driving home Brad reminded me that we spent maybe a total of $20 on the night before.

I love New Orleans.


Friday Night/Saturday Day:

1am road trip to Dara's house in Baton Rouge. A very intense (green) laser was brought. This resulted in my dancing around the living room making both light saber noises and singing Jennifer Lopez's Waiting For Tonight.

Lunch with Liz was nice,as usual, and the laser was ever present. By the end of this week I will most likely be a governing authority on the lens effects of different materials on green lasers.

Rain tried to ruin Paul's birthday, so Brad and myself ventured to the bike shop to get clip shoes then Donell's apartment to say hey. A quick ride around the lakes at LSU capped off our trip to Baton Rouge, but we were not done yet.

A cocktail party awaited us an hour away in Metarie. Some dick on the interstate flashed his brights at Brad and got a prompt
laser in the face (see above image for artist interpretation of what happened). This was not a good idea being

that he followed us very closely for a good ten miles. Pictured to the right is the effects of peeing while walking down a street. I like to keep it classy.

Sunday Night:
A former teacher/current friend called me to have a few drinks with her. She had recently moved to Boston and was in town to hang out with some friends (she's 28 so don't think I'm some cougar hunting weirdo, we actually have things in common to talk about). The night was spent catching up and ended with both of us putting quarters and pennies on a rail road track in front of a a train - a very slow moving train. Then a good hour after was spent discussing potential infomercial sales angles on these flattened pieces of currency. Ideas included but weren't limited to:

• cutlery (particularly used to cut and serve candy bars)
• tiny treys for tiny appetizers
• jewelry
• hats for tiny animals
• instruments

In the future my posts will not be as play by play as this one, but I feel that one of these was necessary to truly understand the random nature of things. Waking up at 5am to work a ten hour day at the nuke plant was about as painless as a 90 second enema.