New Orleans: The Lost Night
This little adventure started many weeks earlier when my good
friend Eric informed me of his planned 2 week trip to New Orleans
for two educational research conferences. He and friend Bill would be
sharing a villa of some magnitude for the duration. This immediately
triggered an alarm as I realized that I would have friends in an interesting
place that could offer me crash space. The idea quickly faded, though.
Fast-forward to two days ago. I realized Bill and Eric were already in
New Orleans and maybe I should see about getting a ticket down there.
After some tinkering with the "internet" I found that I would not be able
fly to New Orleans for less than $300 and gave up. But yesterday, after
sending my regrets to Eric, the concept of a weekend in Nawlins burned
deep and hot. Back to the internet. At 5pm Thursday I booked a ticket for more than
I'm willing to admit publicly for a 9am Friday flight. Boom! I'm going, I'm going;
I was instantly manic. It was great feeling.
Today I arrived around noon and arrived at the hotel. After a walk around the
neighborhood Eric caught up with me and we enjoyed a feast of Popeye's Chicken pool side
while catching up on the other's life. Not too much later Bill returned from
the conference and Eric's friend Steve appeared from Baton Rouge. In need of libation,
Bill and I found
the sketchiest of corner stores and purchased two cases of beer, a liter of the
captain, coke, sprite, and I threw in a cold pint of Jager! As we returned with our booty,
Eric activated the social hotline. People trickled into
the room and Bill and I immediately plied them with alcohol. I personally consumed
4 red stripes and at least 4 generous shots of Jager before departing for dinner. I
was in the city for one reason only: to party with my friends. Thats exactly what
I did and it was done in extreme.
I offer the following photos as an unedited (at least until I get "OH MY GAWD TAKE THAT
DOWN RIGHT NOW" emails) chronological description of that event we dubbed the Lost Night.
There will be little explanation, it's probably better that way. The initial viewing
of these pictures on Saturday provided many laughs, "Oh yeah"'s, and "I don't remember
that.... oh wait..."'s. Enjoy.
Just to warn you, there are over a hundred pictures on the page, so it will
take a while to load: The Lost Night.
Here are a few of the pictures from before the chaos:
Waiting to be intimately searched (yes, it happened both on the way to and from New Orleans,
I imagine it had something to do with buying a ticket on the "internet" less than a day ago)
I examined the pleasant architecture of the new DTW terminal.
The abode, Bill, Eric, and Steve, before the alcohol is in effect
Our friend the elevator, our friend the cab, oh look we're here! Did I mention
I'm already drunk at this point? wooooo!