Saturday night began with a nap and some blogging and ended in chaos. Megan and I strapped on our party shoes and hoofed it to Pat O'Brien's for a couple of world famous hurricanes. So delicious. I love anything that doesn't taste like liquor but after one you're kinda like "whoa". I can see why this bar is so popular. There is lots of outdoor space, fountains of fire, and clean bathrooms. We even saw a native New Orleans rat squrry below our chairs. Fun!
Afterward, we headed to The Dungeon which is officially my fav bar in Nola. You walk down a long stone alley that opens into a courtyard filled with manaquin's dressed for some sort of S&M workshop. A bouncer directs traffic at the door and kicks out any intoxicated "preppy" who tries to stumble in. The place is tiny with a capital "T". Immediately, you're on top of a shotgun bar going the wrong way. It dumps out into a closet of a room with a couple tables located behind bars, literally. To the right, stairs that lead to a dance floor and another dungeon seating area. Upstairs, it's bartenders choice as she slings both drinks and CD's of metal and industrial. Downstairs, there's a killer jukebox. I gotta love a place with $2 Pabst longnecks, but I hear the Poision specialty drink is aptly named and delicious. Sorry, no pictures- they're not allowed. We spent what seemed like forever there, with Megan getting partially man-handled but a thick-neck.
Afterward, more wondering and musings on whether or not we needed another daiquiri. The answer, or course, was yes. This time I tried a White Russian which tasted like cake frosting. We grabbed a slice of pizza and fries and retired for the evening.
I was so bummed to call it a night at only 2:30 AM, but my legs had been killing me for days. Imagine me hobbleing down the street, the daiqurir only doins so much good. It was probably for the best, since we needed to be on the road at a decent hour if we wanted to get home at an hour that didn't make us curse ourselves at work the next day.
All in all, a mostly lovely time. Big thanks to Megan for coming and being a truly enjoyable travelling companion. I would love to go again with a bigger group and when I have more money to eat better (yum....want John Besh....) and gamble a little. The closest we got to Harrah's was looking out my bedroom window.
Pics to come! Look out for the second installment of them titles "Cemetery A-GO-GO" probably tomorrow.