i like how i always say i'm gonna update this thing and then i don't. it's fitting really. usually it takes someone to mention it to me before i remember. this time it was eric.
i guess i should start by retelling stories from new orleans, since that was the most recent exciting thing that's happened lately. so i'm just gonna write down stuff as it comes to mind.
- first of all, brian and i drove all the way to the big easy from los angeles. reanna was in the car, but we didn't really let her drive. we'd switch off driving after every two tanks of gas (roughly 500 miles). it took FOREVER. and texas is HUGE. it's 850 miles from one side to the other. when we entered the state, the sun was just coming up (near el paso). it set a little after we passed san antonio. it was still another 180 miles to eric's house just outside of houston, plus another 150 or so to get out of texas and into louisiana. no offense to anyone from el paso, but it is a hole. i would hate to live there. but west texas isn't that exciting either...lots of desert and rocks basically. eastern texas is a lot better if you ask me. anyways, we left LA around 8pm on dec 29th and got to eric's house near houston at around 9pm the next day. mind you, we never stopped any longer than it took to fill up the gas tank. we spent the night at eric's house and then left the next morning w/ him and his cousin courtney. of course after all that driving we got to the hotel, but we couldn't check in cuz d-bo hadn't gotten there yet and the reservations were in his name. so naturally, brian, eric and i played football in the hotel parking lot until he showed up w/ his friends (mexico, shawn, and kristen...later followed by romeo and jessica). all cool people.
man, there's a lot to cover
- so we basically went to bourbon street every night we were there except for the night of the sugar bowl. whenever we went down there, someone in our group would be wearing sc gear which led to many almost-altercations between us and surly lsu fans. our days normally consisted of waking up around 3:30 or 4 in the afternoon at which point we'd watch whichever football game might be on, play hotel hallway football or real football, drink, and eat till around midnight. that'd be the time when we'd go out. after much drinking and trash talking on bourbon street we'd come home around 4 or 5 in the morning and start the cycle all over again the next afternoon. does it get any better than that. i think we only saw the sun for maybe a total of 4 hours all week. good times. i've got more to say, but i'll save that for another time...
who knows when that will be.
