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| 9:30am (CST) |
The alarm went off and we got to listen to Eminem while we woke
up. |
| 10:55am |
We elevatored ourselves from the 5th floor down to the ground level.
The girl checked her e-statement on her bank’s website and “wigged
out.” It appeared that she had been charged twice for the hotel
stay. Once by hotwire.com and again by Hotel Monaco. Allen at the
front desk explained the whats and wherefores and we then resumed
our journey |
| 12 noon |
Headed into Bookstar for (doh!) a book. Jinger (oh the spelling
choices) happily took the $7.62. |
| 12:10pm |
Went into the Virgin Megastore. The nerdy girl had to have Nelly’s
first CD, Country Grammar. Quindell
helped us out, yo. Derek
liked me so much that he asked for his picture taken, but only with
me. I’m very special. |
| 12:30pm |
We had wanted to do the horse and buggy ride around the Quarter
yesterday but the price was high. Today we found a guy by the name
of Mark
and his horse Bosco
who only charged $10 per person. I gave him a FrankPen and I got to
ride for free. We learned about balconies, Andrew Jackson, the great
fires New Orleans experienced during the 18th century, and what a
horse’s
hindquarters looked like -- up close and personal. |
| 1:15pm |
Went to the flea market again. Don’t these people get tired
of shopping?? I bought the Tubby Bitch a Tang shirt. The sister finally
picked out a ring. The girl bought two pairs of earrings from a chick
known as the Earring
Lady. One set was an elephant and the other pair was gaudy in
the extreme. Golf ball sized oranges dangling from Mardi Gras-colored
beads. I don’t plan on being around her when she wears them.
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| 2:05pm |
Took a tour at the 1850 House. We weren’t allowed to touch
much, though. Got
chamber pot? |
| 2:30pm |
Visited the Cabildo
where the Louisiana Purchase was signed. Did you know that the deal
was for about four cents an acre? Not too bad, eh? Here I am sitting
on top
of the world! I thought I’d go
canoeing, wanna come along? |
| 3:35pm |
Heading back to home base. Met Lauren,
a hospitality ranger. Basically, she, and others of her ilk, stand
at the busy corners and provide information for lost travelers. She
liked the FrankPen. I didn’t give her any duck beads (after
all, she was working). |
| 5:39pm |
Headed out for food at Fiorella’s. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes,
salads, and Coke products were ordered. I shuddered away from the
chicken. Eggs are one thing, cooked fowl muscles are another. From
there, we ambulated over to Rev. Zombie’s Voodoo Shop to wait
for the Haunted History’s Ghost Tour to start. |
| 8:00pm |
Midian
was our very nifty guide. He claims to have visited my website before.
Wish I had a duster like his to wear, hint hint. We learned where
the friendly ghosts play as well as the murderous fiends lie in wait.
At the end of the walking tour, we met Lee
who works for the company. He’s a real-life vampire and informative
to boot. |
| 10:35pm |
Once again, the chicks couldn’t stay away from Café
Du Monde, so I dressed
the part (I thought). They plan on taking some of the fried doughnuts
home to the weirdos who like cold, congealed bready things. |
| 10:42pm |
A towheaded inebriated guy called out to us while we were walking
down St. Ann. “I’m giving away free hugs. Would you like
one?” The girls laughed, I sighed. The vociferous nerd responded
with, “We’re infectious disease carriers.” The young
idiot just twirled on down the street, making the offer to other luscious
babes and winged ones. |
| 11:09pm |
All items packed and ready for a 0730 departure. Right. We shall
see if that happens. Large inhalation of air, must be time to rest
the noggin. Night, y’all. |
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