IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE GUTTER - OUR MINDS WOULD BE HOMELESS!
SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY! It's always a weekend here in the French Quarter - but it's also always a party in the French Quarter and Sunday is no different. We started the day by rolling out of bed early around 1pm or so and hitting the bricks to troll for breakfast - it is the most important meal of the day after all! Look, you gotta understand that the first meal of the day is always technically "breakfast" - even if you eat it mid-afternoon and it's a greasy hamburger and baked potato.
Anyway, with a hearty 3,000 calorie meal under our belts, we headed off in search of the Blues. Realize that in New Orleans, the "real" Blues can only be played by an old black man in a dark smokey bar filled with crackheads and people high from snorting Sterno or drinking Woolite. We knew just the place! We hooked up with our old friend, "Rooster," who has been playing the Blues on Bourbon Street for over 50 years. Everything was going great until Stacy grabbed the band's tip bucket and started asking them for money - the band! Let's just say she mis-understood the concept. It's not her fault. She probably was a bit confused after chugging Robitussin all day for a nagging cough and drinking beer like sailer on a one day shore leave in Bangkok.
The afternoon turned to night and we continued our self-medication while Rooster sang songs of losing his money, losing his "baby," losing his house - actually pretty much losing everything - it is the Blues afterall! Stacy's confusion continued when she passed the doors to the kitchen labeled "Swing in," and "Swing out." She said she'd seen a documentary on the Learning Channel about "swinging," but didn't realize it was so public! Kevin said he'd seen several "documentaries" about swinging, but they weren't on the Learning Channel and they cost $7.95 each in the hotel room at the Ramada. The moral of the story here is, never mix cough syrup with alcoholic beverages - that is unless you wanna have a REAL good time! Monday is up next and guess what we'll be doing...
Stacy was confused and asked the band for tips! Rooster sang to her and also copped a feel - it's all good!
Kevin needed both hands to dial for help! Stacy saw a documentary but was still confused!
Anyway, with a hearty 3,000 calorie meal under our belts, we headed off in search of the Blues. Realize that in New Orleans, the "real" Blues can only be played by an old black man in a dark smokey bar filled with crackheads and people high from snorting Sterno or drinking Woolite. We knew just the place! We hooked up with our old friend, "Rooster," who has been playing the Blues on Bourbon Street for over 50 years. Everything was going great until Stacy grabbed the band's tip bucket and started asking them for money - the band! Let's just say she mis-understood the concept. It's not her fault. She probably was a bit confused after chugging Robitussin all day for a nagging cough and drinking beer like sailer on a one day shore leave in Bangkok.
The afternoon turned to night and we continued our self-medication while Rooster sang songs of losing his money, losing his "baby," losing his house - actually pretty much losing everything - it is the Blues afterall! Stacy's confusion continued when she passed the doors to the kitchen labeled "Swing in," and "Swing out." She said she'd seen a documentary on the Learning Channel about "swinging," but didn't realize it was so public! Kevin said he'd seen several "documentaries" about swinging, but they weren't on the Learning Channel and they cost $7.95 each in the hotel room at the Ramada. The moral of the story here is, never mix cough syrup with alcoholic beverages - that is unless you wanna have a REAL good time! Monday is up next and guess what we'll be doing...
Stacy was confused and asked the band for tips! Rooster sang to her and also copped a feel - it's all good!
Kevin needed both hands to dial for help! Stacy saw a documentary but was still confused!
cock a doodle dooooooo! back partying with the famous rooster AND he is great - Very entertaining. We see you silly bastards have not changed one bit - setting your alarm clocks, getting up early (1pm) We are glad your starting the day out early! We cannot help but love you both.
guy and cary.
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OMG its Rooster, the scammer who sells blank cd's of himself. I know he made it right, but...
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