It's 2,000 miles from home, yet, August marked the second visit to this place in 6 months.  Yeah, me!

Bourbon Street, at night... unlike the last visit, which was the morning after St. Patty's Day	This is a PG site, so you don't get to actually see her 3 seconds later with the top pulled down.	Not all of the action was on the street -- I decided to get down on the dance floor at Razzoo's.
But not everyone was in Razzoo's, so we still had the slack-jawed yokels starring up.	I thought it odd to celebrate military armaments, but it turns out a Hand Grenade is a drink.	A night out at the House of Blues... with 3 of the staff folks posing for a picture with me.
While wandering about, we bumped into J.R. Richards of Dishwalla, with tall buddy (Julia).	While wandering about the front of the House of Blues, we were stopped by the cops and ladies.