Mardi Gras = Bust
And I’m not talking about boobs. Mardi Gras Saturday didnt turn out as planned. The plan was to head dowtown with friends around 10:30am so that we could watch the parade before partaking in the debauchery the rest of the day. However, waking up Saturday morning I was still sick and didnt feel up to dealing with the mass crowds. So Yao, Andrew, and myself met up with Peimann around 5 to head downtown and meet up with Amanda and Co. So we get there, walk the mile or so to Soulard and meet up with the girls. However, now the girls were leaving because they were drunk and cold from being there most of the day. So, we grab a beer and head back to the cars.
It’s decided to grab eats and drinks at Blueberry Hill and then continue the debauchery after that. Well, after the eats and drinks, the girls are now ready to go home and its just the guys going out. Upon leaving BH, I get the bright idea to head back downtown and go to the landing’s Big Bang to meet up with some other lady friends. So we head to the landing and hit some traffic trying to find a spot to park. It was pretty crowded, what with the half a million people downtown that day. One hour later…..still sitting in traffic. So I call the lady friends and tell them not to come to landing because they were starting to close it off. We agree to meet up at Harrah’s instead and hit up Voodoo or the iBAR.
On the way to Harrah’s, one of the lady friends call and said that everybody else bailed and now its just her and her husband. So now that I’m committed to going, the rest of the guys bail because of the lack of single women. So I head to Harrah’s by myself, meet up with Julie and her hubby, and have a few beers. I decided that it was a good night to gamble so I played the slots, which I never do and won $25. Then I hit up a blackjack table and it was a winning/losing rollercoaster. Ended up losing $70. Damn it. Now I have to work 3 or 4 hours of overtime to make that up.
No parade. No boobs. No party. No debauchery. What a great day!
