Miss C in the Big Easy: Day 3

*Post dated from 4/21 due to sheer laziness.

One of a million daiquiri and pizza joints.  Why?

Hard to wake up today. We took the clients out for a game of golf, which was actually really fun but still hard work. Acting as the snack cart and personal concierge isn’t as easy as it sounds.

When I got back I took a well deserved nap. Woke up recharged and ready to tackle my last evening in the Big Easy. Having found the opportunity to purchase flat shoes from the local Payless (what has two thumbs and brings only high heels to New Orleans?*thumbs pointed at me*: Dis girl right here!), I had a new confidence that I could walk around all night long without becoming an invalid. I gathered my group and we headed off to Oceana, a cool little place just off the main street.

Once again, the food here was delicious! I had pounds of alligator sausage with fettuccini in a delicious Cajun red sauce. My party was served the restaurant’s famous crab cakes and fried oysters, which I could not partake in due to my unfortunately shellfish allergy. I know, sucks. But don’t worry, I overindulged in the crème brulee for desert, not to mention the numerous stops at the local hot dogs stands prevalent on every corner. Can you hear me getting fatter?

We waddled out of the restaurant and once again made our way to the fav spot, Pat’s. By now I was sick of it. Somehow I managed to get some people out of there and headed back to the karaoke bar for another round of diva-ness. The karaoke dj nicknamed me “Hot Ass Corey,” a name I think I’ll keep for awhile. Especially since people I had never met were calling me that on the street when I returned to the hotel. Yes people, I am taking over New Orleans!

"Hot Ass Corey" in effect bitches!

Ended up at an amazing fast food place called Krystal at 3:30am. I was so excited to eat a bunch of burgers that reminded me of White Castles. I was approached by another homeless man asking for change. His words were, and I quote, “I am not going to use this money to buy food. I promise. I’m going to by myself alcohol. I promise.” I gave him two bucks. Perfect end to the night.

Before I returned to the hotel, I stood outside and took a good look around as I attempted to take a mental picture of the city I was about to leave tomorrow. There was something I was really going to miss about this wonderful, dirty, disgustingly beautiful place. I am so glad I got to experience it. What a blast!

Bourbon Street by day.  Peace out NO!