SUN JULY, 3
NEW ORLEANS, LA
11am: Woke Up, India House Hostel
11:30am: Walked to Addiction Coffee
12pm - 2:30pm: Wrote Blog Post
2:30pm - 5pm: Improved Blog Code
5pm: Ate & Programmed at Subway
7pm: Lyft to City Park for Fire Work Show
7:30pm - 9:30pm: Sat on Grass, Drank, Ate Too Many Chips
I pointed to a guy drinking a beer and said, "Freedom." I pointed to a family with a BBQ grill in the middle of the grass, "Freedom." I pointed to an old lady so far back from the stage that she must have thought "fuck it" when she sat squarely behind a parked car, "Freedom". You could taste the "Freedom" in the air.
10:30pm - 12am: Drank at Beer Garden
I bought a girl a shot.
She insisted on paying. I refused. She asked how much, I said "$35". She said, "No, really." I said, "Now it's $75 or nothing - you choose." It was nice for her to offer. Meanwhile I was triple fisting - red wine, corona, and vodka.
12am - 1am: Alcohol Run
A girl from the hostel and her friend asked if I'd go with them. I said yes because the gas station is sketchy this time of night, but it turned out they had other plans for us.
Jack Kerouac came along for the ride too. Him and I sat in the backseat with the two beautiful ladies in the front seats. I turned to him and said, "It's a good night." He added, "It's a great night". Sometimes we get caught up in our own self-pity and struggle that we just need to reflect on how good we got it. He then showed me his phone background. It was a visual representation of the universe. He said it reminds him of how small we are relative to the universe and therefore all our problems too.
1am - 4am: Partied on Frenchmen Street
The one girl lives walking distance from Frenchmen street. We were taking swigs of Jim Beam. That's when I whipped out my sword. The decorative sword that is.
1am - 4am: Danced to Funk Band at Club 30/40 on Frenchmen Street
4am: Called an Uber
On the street Jack saw a guy getting aggressive with one of the girls. He stepped in. The girl was upset with Jack after the fact because she said she could handle herself. When I saw the guy getting aggressive I felt the same emotion that Jack did, but the difference was that he acted on it whereas I thought, "I think she might like it". Sometimes when you're drunk it's hard to differentiate the "cat and mouse" game between sexual assault. I comforted Jack by saying it's better to err on the side of caution. The girl and guy ended up going home together anyway so no harm, no foul.