On Fri, 30 Sep 2005 11:32:21 -0700, Hatunen
wrote:
>That's not as simple as it might seem. I was sitting in the
>courtyard at Pat O'Brien's and drank one of those delicious
>hurricanes. After I finished one I felt great and figured I'd
>have another. About a third of the way into the second hurricane
>I had to take a piss, so I got up and started across the
>courtyard toward the men's room when my knees suddenly started
>buckling on me. I had never, and have never since, had my knees
>buckle on me, and certainly not after one and a third drinks.
>
>My wife kind of guided me around the rest of the evening, and I
>have a vague recollection of being in Preservation hall.
Had a similar experience in the '67 Mardi Gras during the
parade. Scantily clad girls were wandering along Bourbon
Street with flasks of red stuff, offering it to anyone
prepared to try it.
As a naive 20yo kid from country NSW I'd never tasted
bourbon and raspberry syrup before. Never will again either,
thank goodness. Don't remember a hell of a lot about the end
of the parade.
Back then, we were on the midday-6pm shift at Cody Hall in
Keesler AFB Biloxi. By 7:30 we'd be on the bus to the French
Quarter (2 1/2 hours away:-) and we'd get home again about
dawn. Amazing what your body can handle when you're 20.
More recently in '03, my most memorable experience was an
unassuming restaurant whose name is forgotten near the
corner of St Charles and St Andrew in the Garden District
(nearest one to our accommodation). Cheap, friendly, and the
best mussels appetiser I've ever eaten. Other memories are
the St Charles trolley-cars, and the bus around the Vieux
Carre that looked like a trolley-car, and the Natchez, and
the local bus we took from Canal Street to the airport to
pick up the car when we talked to the locals from the burbs,
or later in that car ending up sideways on to the traffic in
Canal Street being skilfully avoided by the other drivers
and... yeah, it's so sad.
Alan, Australia |