chaz720.net - journal

March 30, 2003

The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. I don't wanna fall in love. No, I don't wanna fall in love with you. What a wicked game you played, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you. The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you. Nobody else loves no one.

Blargh! Being sick is the pits. But, on a much lighter note, New Orleans was incredible. I don't have my camera cable here at home so I'll have to upload some of the photos when I get back down to school, for now I'll just recap the week for you as best I can.

For the drive down John took Illinois, Hans drove Missouri, Arkansas, (please note these are easily the worst and most painful miles of road ever concieved by man, and then laid down in a straight, un-interrupted, never-ending, never-turning, exit-free, hill-less, tree-less, light-less, hellhole.) and Tennessee, and I took Mississippi. Our original plan to drive in short shifts ended up being kinda dumb as each of us would rather just get our share over with in one go. It seemed retarded to just switch practically every rest stop.

Monday afternoon we had lunch at Mulate's. Our waiter was a dumb-ass, but at least he got our orders right. The food was alright, but it was a little too touristy/expensive/etc. We figured we'd look harder next time. Afterwords, we checked into our hotel and fell asleep for a while because we'd been driving all night. That night we made our way to Bourbon Street and to the B.S. Blues Company where we all bought Hurricanes.

[scene missing]

Tuesday we woke up, got some quick lunch and bought a cooler and some beers to keep in our room. In the process we accidentially cut through a shitty neighborhood and got told by a cop it was in our best interest to leave. Strange, I thought as we were only a couple blocks off of Canal (the main road downtown.) Anyway, we picked up some quick dinner (I guess quick food was a theme this day or something) at our hotel and played some cards for a while until it was time again to return to the French Quarter. We got Hurricanes again (god why...) and brought some beads up to the balcony to throw. Around 1:30-2 I got a call from Sam saying they had made their way into town, so we went back to the hotel and met up with them. We brought them back to the Blues Company and I shoved them through the door even though they didn't have IDs. I got lectured by the bouncer about that but he didn't do anything. I ran into Debbie and Sarah who I know from Fremd. They go to U of I, which I knew, but I don't think I've seen them there. Anyway, later we went back to the hotel, drank some more, played some more cards, and eventually passed out with people all over the room.

Wednesday it rained a lot, but that didn't really hinder us much. We went to the Riverwalk cause John wanted to look for a pair of sandles. We ate at a sports bar there that I can't remember the name of. Good food though. We decided that we'd meet up with Sam and the others around 9. The rain was ridiculous at this point so we sat around on the boardwalk under an awning and talked about the future of world energy. After the rain calmed down, we walked back to our hotel room, got our shit together and went over to the Ritz to meet the girls (yeah, they were staying at the Ritz) we [attempted] to play with a hacky sack for a while but deciding we'd rather not break the nice room, we played cards instead. After we ran out of beers, we figured there'd be more to drink in the F.Q., and man did we call it or what. This night involved a lot more wondering, more various jazz clubs, live performers, Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville, and more drinking. This particular night drinking was an uphill battle as the girls kept ordering drinks they later decided they didn't want and I was made to finish them. Eventually I managed to crash back at the Ritz with the girls because I was really in no condition to walk all the way back to the Days.

Thursday I got up early and hung out in the room with Sam, Kristen, and Ginny until they had to check out. They went on some funeral tour or something ridiculous like that so I just went back to the Days where I found John and Hans passed out. John somehow managed to wake up so we played yet more cards. We then went over to the F.Q., a little early this time, and found a great little place called Cafe Maspero. I can't say enough good about this place. My catfish (mmm catfish) was excellent, there was around 4 metric tones of it, and it was really really cheap. We did some shopping and relaxed until the time came to start hanging out back on Bourbon St. I felt a little bit of a cold coming on (the one that is now consuming my very innards on which, in any other circumstance, I'd rely to live. However, at the present juncture, I've handed those functions over to Vicks inc. and their wonderful, wonderful 'Quils) so I just wanted to sit somewhere and have a couple beers. So we went to a strip club. Besides the usual goings on of a strip club we were also entertained by the japanese business men there who were spending large amounts of money. We headed back over to the Blues Company, found a nice table, and listened to the band play. This was fun, but after my cold started creeping up on me and I had my left nipple nearly taken clean off by an over-zealous shot girl, I decided it'd be best to call it a night.

Friday we did some wrap up eating and shopping while I started my DayQuil usage. Then we got on our way. This time Hans drove Mississippi, I took Tennessee, Arkansas, and Missouri, and John drove Illinois again. The most miserable part of this (aside from the illness and the having to leave such a great vacation) was stopping at each gas station only to find the temperature had dropped by another 20� all the way up here. Hopefully spring will be around the corner. I kinda enjoyed wearing sandles.

54516232 | 1.0 | 8ms

| |