The trip started off great. We went to Acme House for dinner and had the 4 ladies who shared our table, pay for our meal and run. We had talked to them all through dinner and then they were super sweet, paid for our dinner and took off. How cool is that. Talk about paying it forward. Then after dinner we went to a bar called the Bourbon Cowboy where we danced and met up with Phillip's cousin Dorothy and her friend. We didn't know they were going to be there till the day before.
The next morning we went to look for another hotel. (Yes, me and Alan are dressed the same without knowing)
We were told one thing and our room showed another. We were never once offered anything to make up for the shoe box that they put us in. That was not the room we reserved. When we finally realized that they were not going to offer anything to make up for the lies that they knew they told us, we went back to the Burboun Orleans where we stayed last time and got the same rate and awesome rooms. We thought we might venture out to a new hotel, but we will always go back to the Burbon Orleans hotel.
Sunday night we walked around and went to Snug Harbor for dinner. It was ok. It wasn't to great, but wasn't the worst.....well maybe the worst of all our meals.
Of course we had to go to Cafe de Monde. They have the beneigts. Soooo good.
Oh Phil... he is such a card. He is just being silly. And this was in the morning....before drinks.
Monday we went to the Garden District to see all the pretty houses and different places to look around in. The most time wasted thing we did was watch a guy with a face painted like a dog, set up his "street performance" thing and then be the head of a dog in a dog carrier. Seriously, wasted 20 minutes of my life on that. We stopped b/c we wanted to see what he was going to do. There are all sort of street bands, performers and weird-os.
Then that night we went to the French Market for dinner. That was great food and good football....up until....well you know.... till we bombed for the season.
Pictures of me and Phillip!
Tabasco is make in Louisiana and we found the largest container.
Me and Stacey about to hit the town... (the boys went too, I just didn't get their picture)
That night we ended up at Lefeite, where we met a man who went to school with Whitten and was PAul McCartney's nephew....so he says. People will make up anything in New Orleans. Of course he wasn't, but that got me and Stacey's attention. He was there for a convention and took all of his employees to NO. How cool is that??? Anyway, that night was fun.
This was a neat shot of the shadow of a statue on the building.
I wanted to go to The Creole Creamery. It's a place I saw on one of the cooking channels. They make the most odd flavors. The one I saw and wanted to see if they had to try was Avacado ice cream. It sounds gross, but why not just try it.
So Phil had the Mexican hot chocolate made with cinnamon and chayenne pepper. None of got to try the Gin Martini, but you can see what they made it out of.
Stacey knows how much of a celebrity lover I am so she took me to Sandra Bullock's house. To bad she was in Austin.
Stacey was looking for something on her phone map and found my two streets. Look closely.......
The last night we were there was our nice dinner. We went to The Commander's Palace and had a nice time. We got a free round of shots because some of the steaks were over cooked. However, the steak was still great. And my creme brulee had a Saints sign on it.
So we were up on a balcony and saw a policeman on a horse. He sat there for a while and then wanted to see the score of the game in the car behind him....so he went in.
