welcome back, janice

Well, we finally rolled into new orleans about 10ish in the pm on thursday. The sheer joy of no longer being in texas was quickly replaced with my excitement to be back in this town. I don't know how many of you have been here before, but, to put it briefly i'll just say, theres something cosmic in the air here(no its not the humidity, although..i guess it very well could be)There's something so empowering to know that im here with all this history and culture, (oh yeah , and i heard they've got a couple bars here too!!)its so invigorating. I was also soo excited to be back with my main man jason. The man has the most powerful combination of genius and sheer wit, he makes me want to do and be more with myself and life. So, there's a little tidbit about the new/old roomie!!!! We debated whether or not to venture out considering the state of sleep deprivation and fatigue(ok, so we didnt debate, i mean, granted i was so beat i didnt even remember my name, but i did no how to get home from the bar, and in the end thats all ya need right?-joke dad, dont freak!!!). Anyhoo considering this was amies first time...in new orleans,hehe, we embarked on the frighteningly intriguing walk of bourbon street. Luckily for me, amie didnt have the usual entranced kid in a candy store ,typically male reaction to the not so putrid smelling (werent that many stumbling tourists out this night)street, and we were off to one of my favorite spots just off the beaten path of bourbon. monaghan's, famous for their chocolaty, yummy irish car bombs, and true irish tunes blasting from the jukebox, a must on any tour of the quarter. Jason hung out with us for a couple hours before heading home for the night. This is the part where I can say i kinda sorta miss the whole "last call" thing in california. Its also where i make an attempt to excuse the time at which we left the bar. We'll go ahead and leave the time out of this fun little one, to protect those involved. So, we leave the bar and head home feeling reassured of the decision that i made to come back, and feeling satisified that this was a pretty great welcome back night. That feeling didnt last long. This is where it gets good people, so listen up. Jason gave me a set of 3 keys that get me into the house. We had used 2 of the 3 keys when my luck ran out. The 3rd key, supposedly for the front door, did not work. Considering the "couple" of cocktails we had consumed, we pretty much tried all 3 keys about 100 times each, into the morning hours. After several attempts to get a hold of jason(20 unanswered cell phone calls, several new cracks in his bedroom window)i realized, he too was apparently in much need of sleep. We finally gave up and got my first night home sleep on the front step of my new residence, with amie passed out on a patio chair. I was awaken by the piercing rays of the morning sun, and an overwhelming need to pee, at which point i decided i would have to put my several years of girl scouts to good use, i was gonna break in. After surveying the house, i tried to open a set of storm shutters on the backside of the house. By the grace of god i found that the door behind the shutters was unlocked, there was only a barstool that stood in my way of relief and sleep(in a bed). So i got amie up and we went on our stealth mission to break in! Alas, we were in and headed for the bathroom!!! Now for the good part, I couldnt understand how deep of a sleep jason was in to not hear his phone, or the rocks at his window. I was also pretty pissed at the fact that he gave us a freakin key that didnt work. So, we busted into his room to find him passed out, at which point amie began jumping on his bed. I found his cell phone in his pants pocket and showed him the missed calls. This guy had the nerve to say we must've not known what we were doing. Ha, puhlease, like ive never had drinks and had to get into a house. Anyway he comes downstairs smugly shaking his head in disbelief. Well, he tried our key, and, surprise, it didnt work, at which point he pulls out his key to disprove us again, the next thing i know jasons on the ground rolling in laughter, and i see his keys on the ground, well, half of his key, yeah he BROKE his key when opening the door the night before, and had had a few too many apparently because he was completely unaware of the fact he'd broken the key until this very moment. The remainder of the weekend has been spent pretty much recovering from that first night. Along the way ive already received a couple job offers(bartending, for all yall dirty rats who mightve been thinking otherwise)Friday night, got to hang with a couple of old friends, and met my new cabdriver Sam, hes from jerusalem, and he crazy, so i figured who better!!! Saturday the intent was to go to the voodoo music festival, but after a near food coma inducing meal at copelands(let me just say spinach dip served with deep fried bowtie pasta, YUM)and a few hurricanes(the drink)i was reminded why making plans on the weekend is very futile!! We also came across the first truly "dirty old man" ive ever met, 3 europeans on vacation, and ive decided that my feet pretty much hate me right now(damn fashionable footwear). Sunday, today, ive made a list of alll the productive things to do that shouldve been done this weekend, oh, and we had lunch at juans flying burrito,the best not mexican mexican meal in town(these southerners, they just dont know casa corona would put this place to shame)!!! Well friends thats it for now,
Quote of the day:
While walking down Royal street in the french quarter a man in a wheelchair yells out to amie"you make my liver quiver, lets get together and have some handicapped kids"
PS.If anyone has some really cool old school pillowcases will ya let me know, its this new thing im gonna try(if it works you'll hear all about it)