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Feb. 26th, 2004
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Feb. 26th, 2004 10:13 amOur hotel had all the wall art taken down to keep it from being stolen, except for this one. I'm guessing they wanted this one stolen...
( ugly! )
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Feb. 26th, 2004 10:17 amWe rolled into New Orleans on Friday evening. The plan was to get some food, meet up with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarariman_riido (alias Reed) who lives in NOLA, meet his girlfriend Satomi and get into trouble.
We all congregate in Fahy's, a great little pub about two blocks north of Bourbon. We drink, we wait, we drunk dialsaintb. Reed and Sitomi arrive.
For those of you who don't know Reed, for several years he was the king of the crazy japanese girlfriend. Satomi is the new, non-crazy one. She's only been in america for about four months, so Mardi Gras was a bit of a wake up call. She started out not having too much fun, mainly because she speaks little english and we speak no japanese. She speaks even less slurred, drunk-english so we must have sounded like drunken monkeys to her.
She warmed up to us after a few drinks and the realization that Di had also been dumped in this country with minimal English and had gone through everything she had. I couldn't overhear their conversation, but I think it went something like this:
Satomi: Americans are insane barbarians!
Di: Yes they are. You get used to it.
Satomi: How?
Di: Drink more
We wandered south in search of a good local bar. Along the way we stopped to take a group portrait in front of a coffin (it seemed like a good idea at the time)
( This is for the people who died )
Time for the obligatory stop on Bourbon Street. If Satomi wasn't freaked out by Americans before, she was now. I kept asking her to tell me Japanese swear words, but apparently there were not many good ones. All I remember is baka = stupid. So, instead I decided to teach her the nuances of English profanity. So I had a tiny Japanese woman wandering drunkenly behind me screaming "MOTHERFUCKER!", "COCKSUCKER!" and "FUCKING CUNT!" at the top of her lungs.
It was about this time Steve acquired his first BIG BEER.
We deposited a drunken Di back at the hotel and wound up in a small pizza place across from Gargoyles. It was here that we explained to Satomi the concept of "bonus points" and how she got them every time she hit Reed.
Reed and Satomi decided to call it a night around 4am, so Cyn, Steve and I headed back to the hotel. About a block up we wandered past a bar and heard Tones on Tail being played. Cyn demanded to dance, so we wandered in. Steve had poured out the second half of his BIG BEER, now warm and flat. So he bought new normal-sized beer at the bar and poured it into the BIG BEER bottle. Tones on Tail ended and was replaced by They Might be Giants. This was followed by Def leppard, then by Whitesnake, so we decided to get away from the scary 80's music and go back to the hotel and crash.
sarariman_riido (alias Reed) who lives in NOLA, meet his girlfriend Satomi and get into trouble.We all congregate in Fahy's, a great little pub about two blocks north of Bourbon. We drink, we wait, we drunk dial
saintb. Reed and Sitomi arrive. For those of you who don't know Reed, for several years he was the king of the crazy japanese girlfriend. Satomi is the new, non-crazy one. She's only been in america for about four months, so Mardi Gras was a bit of a wake up call. She started out not having too much fun, mainly because she speaks little english and we speak no japanese. She speaks even less slurred, drunk-english so we must have sounded like drunken monkeys to her.
She warmed up to us after a few drinks and the realization that Di had also been dumped in this country with minimal English and had gone through everything she had. I couldn't overhear their conversation, but I think it went something like this:
Satomi: Americans are insane barbarians!
Di: Yes they are. You get used to it.
Satomi: How?
Di: Drink more
We wandered south in search of a good local bar. Along the way we stopped to take a group portrait in front of a coffin (it seemed like a good idea at the time)
( This is for the people who died )
Time for the obligatory stop on Bourbon Street. If Satomi wasn't freaked out by Americans before, she was now. I kept asking her to tell me Japanese swear words, but apparently there were not many good ones. All I remember is baka = stupid. So, instead I decided to teach her the nuances of English profanity. So I had a tiny Japanese woman wandering drunkenly behind me screaming "MOTHERFUCKER!", "COCKSUCKER!" and "FUCKING CUNT!" at the top of her lungs.
It was about this time Steve acquired his first BIG BEER.
We deposited a drunken Di back at the hotel and wound up in a small pizza place across from Gargoyles. It was here that we explained to Satomi the concept of "bonus points" and how she got them every time she hit Reed.
Reed and Satomi decided to call it a night around 4am, so Cyn, Steve and I headed back to the hotel. About a block up we wandered past a bar and heard Tones on Tail being played. Cyn demanded to dance, so we wandered in. Steve had poured out the second half of his BIG BEER, now warm and flat. So he bought new normal-sized beer at the bar and poured it into the BIG BEER bottle. Tones on Tail ended and was replaced by They Might be Giants. This was followed by Def leppard, then by Whitesnake, so we decided to get away from the scary 80's music and go back to the hotel and crash.