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day three!
May. 19th, 2003 07:55 pmOK, last night I had a blast chatting with all the Aussies at the hostel. I drank a fair amount and didn't pay for a damn thing. After the hover-and-polite-smalltalk method failed to get me anywhere with about four women who left, it was basically just me, a bunch of Aussie guys, and two women from South Africa.
The Aussie guy sort of picked up my problem and volunteered a few pickup lines. And when he did, I would immediately turn to my left and repeat the line directly to one of the women. And I hassled them throughout the night, just to see how far I could push before one of them slapped me. And they never did. Probably because I would just bust out with uncontrollable laughter immediately afterwards because I felt so silly. And it was, indeed, a very silly exercise. I don't think I'll be trying that again.
Went to bed, woke up, put on my shoes and took a shower. I surrendered my luggage, save some essentials, to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
infrogmation and proceeded to get lost in the French Quarter.
Found a great local hole in the wall called Alibi's Bar and Grill, and got to witness the end of a mini-drama. See, the day before, some kid ran in and used the bathroom without asking, and on his way out, the bartender asked for some ID. He failed to produce it, citing the excuse that he only wanted some water, but was kicked out. The bartender later looked outside and saw the kid trying to steal his motorcycle wheel. Caught red-handed, the kid just flipped him off and ran. But that was yesterday. Today, he was in the back of a police car, having been caught robbing cars in a parking garage nearby. The bartender walked out, laughed at him, and told the police officers to add another charge.
After getting lost some more on the streetcars, I found the Confederate Museum 13 minutes before closing, and the D-Day museum right across the street an hour before they closed (and thus, too late to buy tickets.) I caught a glimpse, and maybe a glimpse is all I needed.
And on the way to Froggy's, I met this gorgeous young woman from Kenya, successfully invited her to tango lessons tomorrow night, and got her phone number. Sweet!
I crashed and recuperated at Froggy's and had some excellent red beans and rice. I never liked red beans and rice in Arizona, but figured they made it better in New Orleans, so I tried it and I'm glad I did. Much better texture, a lot more onions too.
The band showed up, and I met them. One of them brought an extra guitar, and I ended up breaking two of the strings: one while retuning it, and another when it fell off a chair. I am racked with guilt, as I know how I'd feel if that happened to my guitar in someone else's hands.
They're out back practicing right now and I'm catching up with e-mail and stuff. more news to come.
The Aussie guy sort of picked up my problem and volunteered a few pickup lines. And when he did, I would immediately turn to my left and repeat the line directly to one of the women. And I hassled them throughout the night, just to see how far I could push before one of them slapped me. And they never did. Probably because I would just bust out with uncontrollable laughter immediately afterwards because I felt so silly. And it was, indeed, a very silly exercise. I don't think I'll be trying that again.
Went to bed, woke up, put on my shoes and took a shower. I surrendered my luggage, save some essentials, to
infrogmation and proceeded to get lost in the French Quarter.Found a great local hole in the wall called Alibi's Bar and Grill, and got to witness the end of a mini-drama. See, the day before, some kid ran in and used the bathroom without asking, and on his way out, the bartender asked for some ID. He failed to produce it, citing the excuse that he only wanted some water, but was kicked out. The bartender later looked outside and saw the kid trying to steal his motorcycle wheel. Caught red-handed, the kid just flipped him off and ran. But that was yesterday. Today, he was in the back of a police car, having been caught robbing cars in a parking garage nearby. The bartender walked out, laughed at him, and told the police officers to add another charge.
After getting lost some more on the streetcars, I found the Confederate Museum 13 minutes before closing, and the D-Day museum right across the street an hour before they closed (and thus, too late to buy tickets.) I caught a glimpse, and maybe a glimpse is all I needed.
And on the way to Froggy's, I met this gorgeous young woman from Kenya, successfully invited her to tango lessons tomorrow night, and got her phone number. Sweet!
I crashed and recuperated at Froggy's and had some excellent red beans and rice. I never liked red beans and rice in Arizona, but figured they made it better in New Orleans, so I tried it and I'm glad I did. Much better texture, a lot more onions too.
The band showed up, and I met them. One of them brought an extra guitar, and I ended up breaking two of the strings: one while retuning it, and another when it fell off a chair. I am racked with guilt, as I know how I'd feel if that happened to my guitar in someone else's hands.
They're out back practicing right now and I'm catching up with e-mail and stuff. more news to come.
