For those who don't know, Steve and I met in Chile when we both did English Opens Doors program. Steve is from Louisiana and has the best accent and he is the man. We would run around Chile and do dumb shit together all be time and become best friends. And he's been yelling at my ass to get down to New Orleans forever. Wish I went sooner.
So I get to Stevens and let myself in. He was still a work for a sec. I locked myself out on his patio and had to jump the fence to get back in. As soon as Steve got home he immediately picked me up and we went to Brisbe's on the lake had some oysters and beer. Then we came back home picked up his lady, Vanessa, and headed to he original Frankie & Johnnys, 1947, which was awesome. I had fried catfish, which I realized I never had catfish before, Steve got red beans and rice which was awesome, catfish is good too but the beans were better. (I have been eating non stop since I got here and I love it.) We drove around a bit showed me the sights and all the abandon houses Katrina messed up. Crazy thing about New Orleans is everything is a house, Steve is sick of me saying it but it's so cool that everything is a house, there aren't a lot of apartment buildings or high rises besides downtown, everything else is a long awesome southern looking house. AND every place we got to has a bar in it, grocery store-bar in front, museum-bar to the side, po' boys place-bar attached, I love this city.
We went out on Magazine street after dinner just me and Steve, Vanessa had to work tomorrow, and bar hopped all the way down. Bars were awesome big old bars in houses, good bar games and cheap. We proceeded to get Chilean drunk and I lost in air hockey to some girl and I was super mad. Had so much fun catching up and getting our drink on, walked home and passed out on top of the sheets. Steve has a whole day planned for the next day and I am pumped.
New Orleans is the best.
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