|Exactly how I feel.|
*I did not see any famous people. Apparently, Russell Brand was in The French Quarter sucking on cocks on Friday and then he got himself arrested for being a homo. ELITE!
*Hurricanes kind of suck. I prefer hand grenades and/or turtles. Turtles are delicious. 3 for 1 beers are also the best.
*As I mentioned to Z at some club, there are not nearly enough references to "glistenin' ice" in today's rap game. Ice is very important, Iceman is not.
*In what was likely the biggest upset of the weekend, I did not set foot inside of a strip club. NW went to seemingly all of them on Thursday night and since he is an expert on the seedier sides of life, I trusted him that the Bourbon Street cathouses were all shitty. Apparently, the place that promotes "Live Sex Acts" is horrifying. Good to know.
*Drew recommended to me to check out Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop. It's apparently the oldest bar in America as it was founded by a pirate in the 1770's. It was down past all of the homo bars and there is virtually no electricity in the place. Totes dark...pretty cool.
*The first two nights, we got up on some bar's balcony to sexually harass young women. That gets kind of old, pretty fast though. Do you know what is embarrassing? When a big hillbilly, who you just met and is part of your group, puts his arm around you and starts screaming "N***** LOVER!" at any broad that chose to have class. I was terrified. He just would not stop. The South is a weird area that I do not envy.
*So how about I talk about The Dungeon? Rumor has it that this dark bar just off of Bourbon has a seedy underbelly that no one will discuss or how you go about finding it. All we know is that it is there and that it is wild. We had to find this place. Wikipedia was no help to find the secret trap door or whatever to get the promised land. We were pushing on all of the walls trying to find the wormhole to another dimension that we couldn't even possibly begin to understand. Yet we never found anything. It was maddening. Something is there, dammit. They LIE!
*Good trip. I should be on the No-Fly List after my "deposit" in Atlanta yesterday morning. It was DISGUSTING.
*As for basketball, I'll just accept Ace's apology for telling me that Ohio had no chance to beat Michigan. Idiot. I feel like this year's tournament is punishing The Bag Brothers. For example:
Douche - Zack Novak is gone
Scum - Frank Haith is gone, too, and he needs to pay for his crimes at The U
Satan's Ball - FUCK YOU, COACH K!!! Can't even beat Lehigh!
The 15 minutes where Michigan and Duke both lost were some of the best minutes ever.
Yeah, that's it for me. I am whooped. Feel free to talk Dead early and often today. I don't care. New Orleans rules.