Welcome back America, a lot has happened since we last spoke. We arrived in New Orleans (nawlens) Louisiana at 7:14 pm on Friday May 29. We quickly setup at the Marriot on Canal Street, the "Liberty Bell" looked remarkable in the plush marriot parking garage, and was a joy for the valet staff to handle. We quickly showered up and hit Bourban street (keiths pronunciation: bore bon). We had a blast strolling the historic street, and let me tell you that place is truly insane! We enjoyed delicious Hurricanes from "Pat O`s" and and Hand Grenades from "Tropical isle". The night was concluded with an intense game of molecules in the hotel elevator.
Saturday: The day that will live in infamy. It started off like any otherwith a late wakeup due to an overabundance of alcohal somehow deposited into our bloodstreams and livers. We eventually came to and decided to stroll the "Freedom quarter" previously known as the french quarter. We ate a scrumptions breakfast than headed down towards river street, passing one of the numerous tourist shop we noticed an airboat adventures fan boat tour at a special price, $35 (typically $55) we quickly jumped on the great oppurtunity and booked the 2pm tour. Six of the boys decided to go (putty layin pots, shueburt, choppas I & II, the Road Warrior, and Randy Gorson or was it Adam Swarson? Regardless of who's alter egos boarded the fan boat that day, they were in for an unbelievable experience. Our seasoned fan boat guide was a legend in his own right, 5'2 215 pounds of pure louisiana alligator arms and a barely understandable swamp dialect this guy new his alligator shit. We cruised the bayou through swamps, marshes, and bogs. We we were all lucky enough to see a half dozen American Alligators close as well as bass, mullet fish, herons and a multitude of other species. The highlight of the day was when a foolish girl was dumb enough to put her finger near the baby alligators mouth.(yeah we got to handle a baby freakin alligator) The cute little devil got a mouthfull of asian fillange. What was she thinking? We continue to wonder, did she think it was fake? Or his gaping mouth wouldn't close when she put her finger near it? Regardless we got a kick out of it.
Back in the french quarter doolbox and tbone enjoyed live music on the missippi, crawdads, and stopped in at the famous cafe du monde.
Saturday night was spent again boosecruising Bourban street, highlights included intoxicated women with no self respect embarrasing themselves, more hurricanes, and a great fight between a loud mouth initiator and a humble man. The humble man made quick work out of the loud mouth, 1 point for America.
Sunday: getting out of bed was again a task but the boys were able to muster the strength and we departed at 12:06 with the road warrior taking the reins. After 407 miles (7 hours) behind the wheel he had to throw in the towel and hand it over to trudging steve.
We are currently 20 miles from our final destination, Dallas Texas. We will be arriving at our destination shortly. Wed like to thank everyone for their support! America is truly a beautiful country, and one worth fighting for.
Expect a full blog from the Shueys home with the best pictures from our journey! Their are truly some great ones.
I will leave you with alternative names we have come up with for the trip at different times when we got penisy.
The starvation tour
The celebacy tour
The dissapointment tour
The rip off tour
The verizon store tour
The automated teller machine tour
The appeasement tour
The vacancy tour
The no tip tour
Until next time,
God Bless America!
The Road Warrior over and out.
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