Tuesday, May 01, 2007
My Krewe
Never, ever only take 2 days to go to New Orleans. There is way too much to do, and if you are only there for 2 days, you will only get 3 hours of collective sleep. You need to be there a week, at least, to get a full night's rest. However, if you do go for only 2 days, the best 2 days would have to be during Jazz Fest. While the crowds are still wild, for this event the focus is off of showing boobs for beads (believe me, my guys tried) and more on music and supporting a devastated city. The reason we originally decided to visit during JF was to celebrate the birthday of a close friend, Glenn. (pictured is my mantourage of Jason, Steve, Dan, and Glenn) As I have mentioned before, I love these destination birthdays! And I love being able to see friends who I truly wish lived closer to me. Once there, though, I had more of a feeling that we were not only there to celebrate, but to experience. I suppose this city will forever be defined by Hurricane Katrina, which is sad, but understandable. From the drink of choice changing from hurricanes to hand grenades, to the billboards begging for businesses to "take a chance on New Orleans," you still feel that this city doesn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. It really hit home when we were driving by the houses that are still vacant that have red circles on the front of them, indicating that they had been searched for dead bodies. Horrible sight, but overall it truly made me proud to be there. That is the only way to describe it. While downing my 3rd hand grenade, I was helping to rebuild a city. While eating beneighs (I have no idea how to spell it) at Cafe du Monde, I was keeping tradition alive. While listening to music at Jazz Fest, I was celebrating Nawlins' heritage. While enjoying time with my best friends in the world, I was hoping that the people of this city could find a time that they will once again enjoy everything around them. You can't know this feeling until you visit there. So visit. But make sure to go for more than 2 days! - A
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| See, we really were there! Steve and me in front of the Jazz Fest map, cause we stayed lost (or in a haze) most of the time. |
We were able to find the most beat up Bourbon Street sign, so we decided to take a pic there. Also above is the most unique bar stools I have ever seen. It's the tire swing bar at Margaritaville in N.O.
What is a visit to New Orleans without dropping by Brad and Angelina's new pad. Here I am stalking the famous couple at what I am told is their digs in New Orleans. The picture to the right is the view of Bourbon Street from my friends' balcony room early in the evening.
Oh yeah, there were musical artists at Jazz Fest, too! Above is Ludacris (I know...when I think of Jazz, I think of Luda), and Norah Jones.
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