Who Closes at 8:46??

Ok. So last we left you, Ruti and I had hit the road in search of this mythical thing called Mardi Gras. And from what we hear it can only exist in one place, New Orleans. We arrived after a long, 6- hour drive in NOLA on Sunday night, tired and hungry.

So we thought, "let's try a Po'Boy!" If you don't know what that is, you've never been to NOLA. Just imagine a really thick, fat, greasy sandwich. We pull up to the shadiest hole in the wall we've ever seen. Ruti takes one look at me and says, "Maybe we should hide the GPS..." Couldn't agree more. So we hide, then walk towards the door. But before we get there, a man steps out:

"We closed". I look at my watch and it's 8:46.
"Who closes at 8:46? On Mardi Gras??"
"I said we closed," then he shut the door on us.

Dejected, we started to just look for any place to eat. Subway? Closed. Burger King? Closed. Even a 24 hour diner was closed!

Ruti and I began to wonder if we were in the wrong side of town. But before we gave up and left we saw a Dominos delivery place still open. So out of options, we just ordered a pizza and ate it in the car.

This is a good time to explain our living/eating situation. Thanks to Heena, and a 24-hour wal-mart along the road trip route, we were equipped with Peanut Butter, Jelly, tons of cookies, granola bars, tuna, and bread. Tis stays in a cooler in the backseat and becomes our meals when we don't feel like eating Subway anymore.

So where do we sleep? Well for two days in New Orleans we stayed under a lamp post in a Wal-Mart parking lot. Equipped with two cheap pillows and two blankets, and (for Ruti) Breathe Right strips and (for me) Ear plugs. Yes, sad I know, but let's get back to the fun part.

After devouring our pizza like a couple of homeless people (which guess was kinda true) we headed to Bourbon street. When we first hit the very beginning of the street, Naive little Ruti thought we had missed the celebration.

"Just wait..." I assured him.

Before long the street was so packed, we couldn't move! An eclectic collection of really drunk young guys, really drunk old guys, and Christian evangelists telling them they shouldn't be drunk. so by now, you're prolly wondering, "but what about the drunk girls???" Yeah, so were we.



Apparently the only people who want beads at Mardi Gras are men.



So after having a few Hand Grenades and the signature New Orleans, "Big Ass Beer" we called it a night. It's a good thing wal-Mart wasn't closed...



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