DATELINE: New Orleans, LA                                                    

Author: Eliot

Long bloody day. We finished up with Graceland later than expected and arrived in New Orleans at around 12:30am. Sunday night on Bourbon Street wasn't what I remembered from Mardi Gras 1999. Less people makes it a little more desperate and dodgy. This guy dragged us into a bar to watch the band just so they would be playing to an audience. It was more like watching band practice than an actual show. The musicians were yelling at eachother that the other guy wasn't playing it right.

You really feel like a piece of meat walking down Bourbon street on a night like tonight. I felt like everyone there had their eyes on us, trying to work out ways to squeeze as much cash out of us that they possibly could. To say business was relatively slow would be an understatement; although it was 2am on a Sunday night after all.

Andy led us down an alley to a cool and hidden halloween themed bar, right at the beginning of the night. Late night donut-like things at the famous Cafe du Monde were great... but the waitress serving us was a total weirdo bitch, and gave us shit for asking for a anything that would force her to actually work. It was bizarre.

The night was strange and entertaining. Not exactly what I expected, but fun nonetheless. An attractive dancer told Andy that her dad's car was stolen by the drummer from Pink Floyd. He told her his dad's stereo was stolen by the drummer from Devo.