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hey, I met lots of people and I had a blast.

I even met a girl and we seemed to hit it off.

But it seems the women I end up with always end up being nuns.

But, maybe I think, if she didn't admit to having "the sex drive of an amoeba"... then, maybe... but somehow I doubt it is a coincidence.

Maybe this is the default state of women. Especially since birth control pills and antidepressants alike kill the libido. I'm probably the only one who has one left.

She did succeed in endrunkening me, and managed to not lose me in the crowd.

We went on the balcony and watched people throw beads to some girl. She flashed, but there were so many beads that even with the monocular I couldn't see anything.

It's raining so nobody's having daiquiris anymore, so I will just fill up on water and see about meeting infrogmation tomorrow. Froggy, if you read this, have a pen and paper near the phone so you can call the pay phone in the hostel once I call you from my cell phone with roaming. That way I don't have to find change. The machines in this place don't wiork so well.

damn I wish this terminal had bigger fonts. Being drunk, I am probably making many typos.

And for the record, it was the French Quarter we saw. Bourbon Street. I took a test tube shot out of a waitress's mouth. I had a slice of pizza to soak up some of it. also, I had a Balack and Voodoo beer, which my non-date said "tasted like chocolate". Didn't make me think of chocolat4e but it did have a little something.

I also got to answer questions about albinism, which I like to do because the word must be spread. We do not have red eyes.

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my god, this place...

The people, the guests, they are awesome, as travelers usually are... but this place is a dump.

I don't know if staying here is worth the chance of hooking up with an Aussie chyk.

If I'd had to share a dorm room, I don't think I'd have slept a wink.

You know, most hostels will loend you towels, laundry soap, etc. beh, I'll save the rant until later.

But there are so many cool people here... last night there was a Japanese guy jamming with some Irish guy, learning to play traditional Irish music on his guitar.

I'll have to wait until Froggy gets here...

chez froggy

well I am at infrogmation's place. It's really nice, and the guest room is probably set up better than many B&B's. But, essentially, both locations server the purpose of me spending idle time. Except at the hostel, there are lots of people, and here, it's just Froggy. But there, the Internet terminal sucks and here, it's a real computer, and also if I want to read a book I have a table in my room, and my own bathroom which I can access withour putting on my shoes, and a comfortable bed with a full set of sheets.

I like the people at the hostel, but I'm scared of them, too. I kind of feel like if I don't give them one more chance, I'll be running away from them.

I think I'll go back to the hostel one more night, if for no other reason than to pick up my stuff and see if that good, chatty, talkatibe feeling returns again, hopefully with the help of less alcohol than before. I'll also be able to pack up the rest of my stuff, and get more ideas for things to do in the next two days.

As for my Monday and Tuesday plans, all I know is that the park service has free walking tours, and there's a swamp tour for $40 but Froggy insists that we can just drive our of town and spot an alligator there. Somehow my usual "wander around and get lost" strategy sounds less attractive when the humidity and UV index are through the roof, but I'd still like to see Bourbon Street during the day. And Monday night, once I've moved in here completely, I may get to jam with the band. Though, for comparison, I'd like to see other music as well... maybe there is swing dancing going on.

I also think I might mail my jeans home so I have more room in my luggage for all the hygiene products I forgot to pack in Phoenix and that they don't sell at the hostel. And perhaps buy a third pair of khakis somewhere.