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New Orleans triplog day 4

11:26 p.m. 26 March 2002

Day Four: Wednesday

We walk to the zoo, with plans to see zoo, ferry, and aquarium downtown. Carrie has given us her family's membership, which gets two people in, and two of her IDs. We are supposed to lie and say we are Carrie's family. I am to pretend to be Carrie because I look more like her than the other two. None of us look at all like Carrie. I practice this the whole walk over.

The woman is completely not fooled by our lying but lets us in anyway. She asks for "our" zip code. I give her something that is completely made up and a virginia zip code, not a louisana one at all. She lets us in anyway, probably because we are so sad. Later, Jamie says to me, "Wow, I can't believe you knew Carrie's zip code!" And I say "I made that up! I thought you knew it because you agreed with me," and we realize how incredibly stupid we must have looked. But by then we are already in the zoo and it doesn't matter, except that we're doofuses.

Jamie gets to pet an elephant, and we see the asian animals. Then also the Australian animals, the primates (my favorite are the orangutans, who are showing off), and the reptiles. People seem to be very disappointed by the Komodo Dragons, except for a man who loudly announces that the dangerous thing about Komodo Dragons is that "their bite is so rancid that when it gets into your system, they follow you around and you die like 20 hours later." For the rest of the trip, we refer to things as rancid. And they are. 20 hours later, we are all dead.

We take the ferry down the Mississippi (cool! Jamie is very impressed by the depth of the Mississippi.) from the zoo to the aquarium, but decide not to go in. Instead we walk around Canal, St. Charles, and Bourbon. We eat some good Greek food at a small restaurant on St. Charles because we are starving. The man there who is not the proprietor is very nice and funny. He wants to get Jamie's drink for her out of the refrigerator, but she won't let him. He gets my fork for me and says to Jamie "See! I pegged her as the one who would let me be a gentleman!"

We go into a sex shop but do not buy anything. We buy some souvenirs at a tourist shop. Jessica gets a bottle of hot sauce with what she describes as "alligators in post-coital bliss" for her father. She says her father will like this. I buy a shiny shiny goth-skirt at a cheap clothing store for cheap.

Eventually we realize that Carrie has called us like seventeen times to try and meet us and go meet her in front of the Virgin megastore, I think. We pick up Nozomi, her Japanese boss's actual Japanese daughter who is visiting and doesn't speak very much english, but is very cute, and go rock climbing at the rock climbing gym!
I have never been rock-climbing before, either -- none of us has, except Carrie, who doesn't climb this day -- but it rules. Jamie is extremely determined, and Nozomi turns out to be really champion strong. I really really want to go rock climbing again and get really good at it so I'll be all strong and buff like the boys who run the rock-climbing gym.

We climb for a long time and then go back to Carrie's house where her mother has cooked us some very good food, and then we take Nozomi home. We then decide to go out and hear jazz.

We go to Snug Harbor to hear jazz, but the pianist is so annoying we want to jack him. (see: Katy's friend Jen for the origin of this phrase. It means, as far as I can tell, "beat someone up." Maybe "hit someone in the face." Anyway, she threatened to do it to people and apparently did one night when we were not with her ("yeah, so this queen was all wouldn't get away from Jeff and then he spilled my water on me, so I jacked him."), and it's the best phrase ever).

So we leave go to a drag show at Oz, a gay club on Bourbon street and meet Katy and her visiting friends from Texas who are soon to also become our visiting friends from Texas: Mariam, Jeff, Jen, and Eric. They are very familiar with Oz. It is their hangout. We only make the last bit of the drag show, which is not too funny, but we dance and talk to Katy, who is very drunk, as it is her birthday. We also later get to see Simone, a drag queen who is probably 250 pounds and one impressive woman, perform her act, which is very funny and good.

We migrate to Bourbon Street Blues Company. Pretty much everybody is drunk by this point, but Katy most of all. We lose Eric and I think Carrie, and go to look for them, and Katy goes out the fire door. Jamie and I run away (we weren't sober, okay!) and then can't find her. We go around the side of the building, thinking she may have exited, and there she is. On the roof.

Jamie helpfully yells "don't jump!" Katy doesn't. I wait on the ground in case she does while Jamie goes to get her down. But in the meantime a man from the club lets her in and it's all okay. We exit Bourbon Blues Company and go back to Oz. On the corner outside, Eric and I have a discussion about the Romantics and Shakespeare versus Spenser in the area of sonnets. Apparently Eric has this kind of conversation when he is drunk. I have this kind of conversation whether I am drunk or sober.
Some of us are hungry, so Katy, Carrie, Jessica, and Jamie go to Clover Grill for some food. Jessica feel sick, but is offended when Katy takes bite of her waffle. There's a bathroom out the kitchen door and across this courtyard and it's very tiny and kind of dirty, but I think the courtyard is beautiful. When I tell Carrie this, she says "you need to see more courtyards."

Back to Oz. Carrie and Jamie go to get the car. It is now like 4 a.m. I admit to being not in a good mood. But I don't think I jacked anyone. Unlike Jen. We go home and to sleep.

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