11:26 p.m. 26 March 2002
Day 5: Thursday.
We sleep a little later because Carrie doesn't have to be at her restaurant job, but her office job today, and then we all walk to the streetcar, which we ride downtown. Jamie, Jess and I split off from Carrie, who goes to work, and decide to go to Cafe du Monde and the French Market. We do not get lost, but get there just fine, and get some bengiets and cafe au lait, which is very good.
Then we spend a long time walking around in the French Market, which is an open air food/tchotcke market, and cool. I love street markets more than anything. Or more than a lot of things, anyway. Jamie buys a carved horse ("Small mustang!" the man calls it, enthusiastically. I buy a watch (which I promptly lose later that night), and Jessica buys a dress from a very nice man who gives us all flowers and says that we are Jennifer Lopez (Jess), Meg Ryan (Jamie) and Sandra Bullock (me). He talks to us for a long time and is very complimentary.
We meet Carrie after being confusing about where we are and walk around a little more. We visit a very cool antique store where Jess gets supercool shoes and Carrie gets Katy a birthday present and a superior Goth store. I say superior, because it sells this coat. I am desperately in lust for the coat, but of course do not buy it as it is $250. I'm saving, though. I'm saving. Jessica tries on a very sexy army-uniform-type dress. I remember how much I really love goth stores.
We walk to Katy's and see everyone (the Texans are just getting up, as their normal schedule is to sleep from 10 a.m. to six p.m., go out to Bourbon street, and drink from 8. p.m. to 10 a.m. again), and get Katy. We drive back to Carrie's. We all get dressed, and Carrie's parents very nicely take us all to eat at Nirvana, a really good Indian restaurant on Magazine.
Then we go back to Katy's and meet the Texans and we all go out. And it's crazy. Really crazy. We go to all sorts of bars (most of them gay, I think). And stuff. And we get really, really drunk. I've definitely never been "out" this much in my life. Oh, yeah, one contributor to the drunkenness was probably Pat O'Brien's, where the not-very-good waiter immediately gives us all Hurricanes, which are huge and extremely alcoholic.
Eventually we end up in Bourbon Pub (another gay bar. This is funny because of us, only Katy and Jeff are gay and I am bi -- but see later). At this bar: Mariam (who is a strict Muslim, by the way, and always wears a head scarf, but is also a crazy drinker) kisses Jessica. And Jamie. Carrie kisses Jamie. Jamie makes out with a guy named Jonathan. Eric kisses Carrie. Jessica and Jen and cocaine spend some time in the bathroom. Jeff dances on the table in his underwear and earns eighty dollars.
And I only know most of this from heresay because midway through our time there (four a.m. maybe? five?) I decide to go back to the hotel room of some guy named Adam who is a) a pilot b) owns his own plane c) from texas d) went to high school with Jen e) is living on his parent's millions f) keeps telling me he wants to buy me things and g) I don't know in the least. But he's attractive enough, right? Yeah. So.
This apparently occasioned some distress from Jen who was heard to berate Carrie for letting me go because "he's the kind of guy who beats girls up and steals their coke!" I do not have any coke to steal. This does not dissuade Jen.
Eventually, after they lose my keys that I gave them before this Adam spirited me out of the bar and miraculously found them again on the street, Carrie and co. come to pick me up at the Wyndham. After I find my way out of the hotel (it took me a while), I am very glad to see them (even though I was not in the least beat up for my coke) and I love them. (They called about seven times while I was there to make sure I was okay. I love my silly friends.) It's 8 a.m. We go home, and to bed.
p.s. (this is the craziest night ever!)
Day 5: Thursday.
We sleep a little later because Carrie doesn't have to be at her restaurant job, but her office job today, and then we all walk to the streetcar, which we ride downtown. Jamie, Jess and I split off from Carrie, who goes to work, and decide to go to Cafe du Monde and the French Market. We do not get lost, but get there just fine, and get some bengiets and cafe au lait, which is very good.
Then we spend a long time walking around in the French Market, which is an open air food/tchotcke market, and cool. I love street markets more than anything. Or more than a lot of things, anyway. Jamie buys a carved horse ("Small mustang!" the man calls it, enthusiastically. I buy a watch (which I promptly lose later that night), and Jessica buys a dress from a very nice man who gives us all flowers and says that we are Jennifer Lopez (Jess), Meg Ryan (Jamie) and Sandra Bullock (me). He talks to us for a long time and is very complimentary.
We meet Carrie after being confusing about where we are and walk around a little more. We visit a very cool antique store where Jess gets supercool shoes and Carrie gets Katy a birthday present and a superior Goth store. I say superior, because it sells this coat. I am desperately in lust for the coat, but of course do not buy it as it is $250. I'm saving, though. I'm saving. Jessica tries on a very sexy army-uniform-type dress. I remember how much I really love goth stores.
We walk to Katy's and see everyone (the Texans are just getting up, as their normal schedule is to sleep from 10 a.m. to six p.m., go out to Bourbon street, and drink from 8. p.m. to 10 a.m. again), and get Katy. We drive back to Carrie's. We all get dressed, and Carrie's parents very nicely take us all to eat at Nirvana, a really good Indian restaurant on Magazine.
Then we go back to Katy's and meet the Texans and we all go out. And it's crazy. Really crazy. We go to all sorts of bars (most of them gay, I think). And stuff. And we get really, really drunk. I've definitely never been "out" this much in my life. Oh, yeah, one contributor to the drunkenness was probably Pat O'Brien's, where the not-very-good waiter immediately gives us all Hurricanes, which are huge and extremely alcoholic.
Eventually we end up in Bourbon Pub (another gay bar. This is funny because of us, only Katy and Jeff are gay and I am bi -- but see later). At this bar: Mariam (who is a strict Muslim, by the way, and always wears a head scarf, but is also a crazy drinker) kisses Jessica. And Jamie. Carrie kisses Jamie. Jamie makes out with a guy named Jonathan. Eric kisses Carrie. Jessica and Jen and cocaine spend some time in the bathroom. Jeff dances on the table in his underwear and earns eighty dollars.
And I only know most of this from heresay because midway through our time there (four a.m. maybe? five?) I decide to go back to the hotel room of some guy named Adam who is a) a pilot b) owns his own plane c) from texas d) went to high school with Jen e) is living on his parent's millions f) keeps telling me he wants to buy me things and g) I don't know in the least. But he's attractive enough, right? Yeah. So.
This apparently occasioned some distress from Jen who was heard to berate Carrie for letting me go because "he's the kind of guy who beats girls up and steals their coke!" I do not have any coke to steal. This does not dissuade Jen.
Eventually, after they lose my keys that I gave them before this Adam spirited me out of the bar and miraculously found them again on the street, Carrie and co. come to pick me up at the Wyndham. After I find my way out of the hotel (it took me a while), I am very glad to see them (even though I was not in the least beat up for my coke) and I love them. (They called about seven times while I was there to make sure I was okay. I love my silly friends.) It's 8 a.m. We go home, and to bed.
p.s. (this is the craziest night ever!)
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