Published: July 21st 2012July 2nd 2012
Monday 2nd of July Well I had great nights sleep in on my first night in New Orleans. But Michael was still ill. He really hadn't been drinking enough water and his body was on melt down. He hadnt slept well even in our nice beds in our own room. I was fully refreshed and ready to take on the world. I could see that my good friend was in no state to do anything, but he needed someone to be cruel to be kind. He needed energy and food and water was the only solution. So I dragged him out of bed and we walked a mile up the road to a Walgreens. A little further was a popeyes chicken shop. We had seen several adverts on tv for this place while in key west and both of us really wanted to try it. So we walked along and went in. We both ordered the chicken bites Michael six bites myself nine. We both got ten! Some of the bites were just fried crumbs, no chicken. The chips were horrible too, but we were both fortunately full after only 5 bites each and only a few chips. We both walked away thinking we would never go there again. We stopped at Walgreens on the way back and got some crates of much needed water. On arrival back to the hostel Michael crashed. He lay on his bed for no more than ten seconds and fell asleep. I decided to go through to the common room and socialise so we would have friends to go out with that night. This is where I met Matt and Ben to English lads from up north near Blackpool. They had been staying in the hostel for the last couple of days and they said that they could show us around the town that night. I was also talking to ze german boys staying there they had just come from Las Vagas they were showing me the pictures they had got from there and some where incredible. I got me so excited about going. And these guys were only 18 and 19 years old. Then while I was just on my iPad checking my updates a familiar face walked through the door. It was my shadow. Just kidding but it was another girl from Miami. The Manchester girl from the first day that we went to the beach with. I said hello and she recognised me to but needed a slight memory jog. We had both forgotten each others names but we re introduced ourselves her name was annalese. She introduced me to her friends that she had picked up on the way Steve an Ozzie from Perth and Karl a Essex lad. All the people I just mentioned were chilling, sharing stories in the common room for a few hours before the kraken emerged for my room I introduced Michael to the group and we all sat and talked for ages. Just before the pre-drinking started to American guys from upstate New York walked in and joined in the group we had going. The room we were in was tiny but just so many people up to socialise two more Danish people came and a german girl. The hostel manager said he had never seen so many people in that room socialising the room was only small most people were sat on the floor. The general conversation turned to stereotyping other countries from around the world. But the one that rang in my head is what the Europeans said about the English. They said we were unhealthy overweight and lazy. And the problem was I couldn't really argue with them. Eventually the time to start drinking again Michael wasn't up for a heavy one because of feeling ill. I wanted I big night out I had loads of energy. We manage to teach a large proportion of the hostel a good number of drinking games this was especially good for making a good unit of friends to go out with. It was like being in freshers at uni establishing good sturdy friendships over alcohol. After along pre lash we all headed the mile walk up the road to Walgreens. This is where we got the trolley to take us to the French quarter and the famous bourbon street, we would call it a tram. On arrival you could see the bright lights and hear the music playing. We were told by the locals to get ourselves a drink called a jester. It was apparently the most alcoholic beverage you can buy so of course we were going to get it. It tasted like lime cordial but had the kick of a mule. Thing is because it was so hot jesters are almost the perfect drink to have as they are like slushy ice drinks. After finishing my pint of jester I could definitely tell New Orleans was going to be messy. Not only could you buy jester drinks from stores on the street and walk down bourbon street drinking it you could also take these drinks into the clubs where drinks were extortionate, to have a cheaper night out. We were being escorted round by Ben and Matt the blackpool lads. Just hopping from bar to bar drinking jesters getting merry being stupid making friends and getting to grips with our surroundings before the fourth of July. But most of all beads for boobs. A classic tradition in New Orleans. Basically you will see people on the balconies dangling beads and if you want them you must show your boobs. I don't no why but the older and more well saggy floppy boobed women definitely have a massive fetish for beads as they had loads of them. Although that said many girls up and down bourbon street seemed to definitely have a soft spot for beads. God knows where they put their beads when they get home they can't have space for that many. Our night ended around 2am I was hammered but still awake and taking rubbish. Michael was not feeling well still and was very tired so had sobered up quite a lot, due to his lack of alcohol consumption.