this cat ruled, was just hangin’ outside this cafe when i walked in, still there on my way out, totally unbothered.

spooned all the egg and ham out of it, this close to rock hard.

sigh.

ehm i guess red isn’t your colour?

mildly funny, dudes relax, the front of your shotgun house and stairs aren’t even that appealing to party on, i’ve seen better.

toxic flood water and the date the home was searched, in some neighbourhoods the date is as far as three weeks after the flood. some houses get repainted and the tag is sprayed on again as an homage.

such a terribly pretty place.

abandoned phones look peculiar, this is in chicago waiting for my connecting flight, my pics are out of order sorry doooooods.

an american (old) dude asked me what my paperback said on it, he said doesn’t that mean death? in front of everyone waiting to get off the flight what landed in NOLA and i had to correct him in front of everyone, no, it actually means a swear word, SHIT. death is mort but he already wasn’t listening. i noticed that’s a common theme for americans, they speak to you just to speak at you not for any sort of conversation, just so they can say what they had in their head then carry on. now not for ALL americans i encountered, just, some of them. the stupid touristy ones.

yep, seriously.

pitt was conceived in this bar.

leslie’s late breakfast.

mine. i’m glad they didn’t butter that toast as i would have wolfed it, 1 point me, 0 points that diner.

i was a bit weary in ordering this after my nite of comatose in the hotel bathroom but figured what the hell right?

brought it to go, couldn’t finish it, too much shit floating around in it.

three preppy dudes left this all behind, what a magnificent waste. the bus dude said y’all take pictures of anything and i mulled over it for the duration of being there, i didn’t want him to lump me in with every other retard in the quarter with their cameras. i did say well i just wanted to get their champagne glasses, but he too was already not listening.

one of many places i was too shy (proud) to order anything from.

bourbon street. smells like puke.

upon seeing this mask, cid lost his shit, he got all big and his fur stood up, he looked like a raccoon. we cool now.

hotel 2, the westin. far superior.

right after my barf salad.

looks like the size of a fucking shopping mall.

yeah, cos he’s banging his secretary.

this tour guide snapped at a few people on the tour he goes is there a problem? DO YOU have a problem? cos a couple people were crackin’ jokes i guess and had to-go cups, easy bro, just cos you have the worst acne scarred face that i have ever seen doesn’t mean your tour groupies are talking about it. no one looked like they were enjoying themself at all.

yes, that woman is wearing a velour gypsy dress, white velcro runners and a hippie shirt and was also chain smoking, ungh disgusting. just one of many unfortunately.

bro, i think you veto’d your right at dolin’ out death glares when you woke up that morning and put on a tent for pants. that chick had a cat ears head band on. bonus fat gypsy rainbow in the background.

they holler at you to have a reading or whatever bullshit they’re selling, i managed to hold back a snipey remark, remarkably.

napoleon, wonder if he ever drank here.

this house was used in interview with the vampire, some of it apparently.

brangelina, let me in!

actual letter.

it was me!

remember that salad i was yamming about, fucking hell, or maybe it was then having the greasiest late nite grilled cheese sandwich at this truly awful place off bourbon street and woof, get ready for my full report on obesity. i also had this drink that i forget the name of, a cross between a mojita and a margarita, which i suspect may have been one more spike in the coffin of my nausea. we were fortunate to sit beside a table of 8 ladies nite out hippopotamuses at this restaurant, fortunate because of the retarded drinks they were ordering and their platters of food and then when the bill came how they all in poor tastely nickel and dimed over it, the one who said she was arrested a year ago and her sister bailed her out was the one who bickered the most over it. i really wanted to get a crazy to-go drink in one of those hurricane cups or whatever but every time i walked in to one of those lit-up fluorescent barf coloured stores i got really shy and walked right back out. people here do not understand the concept of my outfit choices and individuality and the urge to stomp on people’s feet from gawking at me was all too strong.

so i’m on the bathroom floor for a long time cos the a/c was cranked in the room and too cold for my head so i had to put the covers over it then got way claustrophobic and nauseous so off to the bathroom, i had someone bring up pepto bismol and it made it worse then barf city happened. ps. you have to tip EVERYONE here such a scam.

ok shower time.

yep it’s true, it might have blown over, the sky is pretty funky right now.

i ate the worst room service salad evs and felt like puking the bed immediately after i’m better now.

oh wait the red warning bar got worse, i might get to visit OZ yet.

sorry that twister joke was pretty gay. leslie is off booze for the rest of her life apparently, not me, i’m trying to get cut off the mini bar, canned corona numero deux, and i finished the wine.

yes more pics on MY FLICKR AGAIN go!

done with the sheraton, now we are over looking the mississippi in a v. nice swank hotel and everyone is loads nicer.

slave quarters in the courtyard of the bar we drank at last nite, cuckoo to see.

absinthe. it was crap, based on how not hungover i am, i know it was weak and got ripped off but still it did make things temporarily funky and my jokes got better.

we are here cos leslie wants to buy a house and i’m tagging along, she’s going to get this very neat shotgun house. the history of shotgun houses are, back in the day when rich white dudes had black gf’s they bought them these homes to live and do it in. classy right?

everyone here is really nice and laidback and friendly and chat you up and compliment you it’s great, i also feel extremely skinny too so that’s a bonus.

last nite i took a tiny bottle of wine out of the fridge and didn’t get charged for it, or for the scotch from two nites ago, i guess it woulda been insult to injury to charge us for that.

we drank pimm’s last nite. it is virtually impossible to not consume carbs right now. i was this close to getting something from popeye’s earlier today, i had to go in to get leslie a sprite. then we killed some time before checking in here by driving around taking pics of some of the devastation. houses have TFW spray painted on them, which means toxic flood water. and RIP. and dead body inside, or dead dog inside. crazy. one stoop said KEEP OFF HIPSTERS hahaha burn.

cockroaches of the sea, crawfish, we call these crayfish in canada, and yes i know they’re not really the same thing. ps. what’s with that potato?

fat dudes with cellphone belts and golf shirts walk around smoking cigars here it’s really gross. when you say thank you they say mhmm, kinda arrogant.

it is sooo hot here my hair is a fuzzy fuckin’ grease mess i have no idea how it would be possible to wear makeup in the summer.

oh yeah this bar was closing so they gave us our last drinks in to-go cups. no probs dudes!

see? who are you, winston churchill? the napolean is the oldest bar in the quarter, something like 350 years old. yes fil i took a picture of the plaque for you.

famous most amazing restaurant apparently.

i need to shave in the worst way possible.

more pics on flickr.

brangelina’s house.

hi! last nite was bananas!

i saw brangelina’s house! i bought a crazy cat mask! i saw slave quarters! i had some absinthe! and i heard a realtor refer to black people as “the blacks” and we almost got kicked out of the hotel cos we left the dog here and well, bananas, total shit show. i’ll tell you more about it later. well we probably are getting kicked out of the hotel. anyway the french quarter is beeeeeautiful and humongous too.

a big fat potbelly pig roams this ‘hood.

i changed my outfit three times yesterday. it’s safe to say that i over packed.

they also refer to black people as canadians here so they don’t know they’re being talked about. can you believe it? god.

charlotte is a katrina rescue, and blind, i was sure to throw that in their faces last nite. they treated us like criminals over this tiny little dog. they also said that a waiver was signed (wasn’t) that stated the dog was not to be left alone in the room, loophole.

more pics in my flickr this is taking an unbelievable amount of time, i regret not bringing my laptop now.

ungh being kicked out gotta go.

more pics are/will be up on my flickr so keep going there, i’m trying to get them online and off leslie’s laptop THAT DOESN’T HAVE A MOUSE SO THIS IS TAKING FOREVER! i asked if we could buy her a mouse today. we know where brangelina’s house is. i’m going to swim in the hotel pool it’s SO hot here! i sat beside a pilot on the flight from chicago to NOLA i asked him ten million questions so i’m basically a pilot now.

new journal.

it’s like living with a ligre.

here’s some NOLA pics leslie took already.

sigh.