The Big "Easy"??

I'm too old for this s**t!

Well, I recently got back from my bachelor weekend with my brothers in New Orleans. First of all, I want to thank Marc, Dave, and my Parents (who paid for a good bit of this trip unbeknownst to them) for a wonderful time. New Orleans is a great town, and it already has some very special memories for me: from the time I peed off of a balcony in the French Quarter (Oddlyenough I hadn't even been drinking, I was just a little kid, and my grandmother wouldn't get out of the bathroom! I will tell you the whole story sometime if you like.), to JazzFest weekend.

My friend, Tisha, has a theory that people are either New Orleans people or Las Vegas people, and I'd have to say that I belong in the former category. I don't think that there is any town in the good old USA that I love more. The food is terrific, the music is terriffic, and you simply can't beat it for bars per square inch. I could do without, the heat, but it's not unbearable.

But, I think I've decided that I can't go to New Orleans more than once a year, or maybe once every 2 years. Still, it's good to know that I'm not too old to be having a drink called the "Hand Grenade" (apparently it's New Orleans' strongest drink) or the "Horny Gator". If you're lucky maybe I will mix you up some at the wedding!