My Trip To New Orleans or I Have Now Confirmed Everything I Thought About Louisiana
I've always believed that Louisiana was evil. Like, pure evil. The example I give is this: if the Devil ever comes back to our world to start the Apocalypse like in The End Of Days, it won't be in New York or L.A. like Hollywood always shows it. It will be in Louisiana--either in some deep, dark Voodoo filled swamp, or in New Orleans.
Seeing New Orleans this weekend confirmed those beliefs in my mind.
I'm just going to give you random thoughts and observations from the Murder Capital of the World. No, I'm not kidding. Both good and bad. Mostly bad. And even some of the ones that I consider "good" some people would probably consider bad. So here it is.
If you're from New Orleans and/or love that part of the world, you'd best just stop reading now.
* New Orlineans (not sure if that is spelled right, and don't care) are probably the laziest people in America. I was embarrassed that I had to call these people Americans. Any Welfare opponent has the perfect case with which to base his argument against, in Post-Katrina New Orleans.
First of all, the unemployment rate in NO should be 0. 0. Not a single person. Every single business down there is DESPERATE to hire anyone with a pulse. Every store has a "Now Hiring" sign in front. They literally cannot keep businesses open because they don't have enough staff. Wal Mart closes at 9:00pm. Read that again. WAL MART CLOSES AT 9:00PM. Can you fin believe that? Yeah, I can't either. The Wendy's down there--every single one--have huge banners that offer a $250 signing bonus and a $125 weekly bonus to anyone willing to work. And none of those places can stay open past 9:00pm, either.
Those people are so God damn lazy that they would rather sit in their little trailers that FEMA has provided them and collect their FEMA checks than go get a job and start working. It's unbelievable. It's a perfect example of everything that is wrong with a Welfare State.
* Make no mistake: Katrina--or the levees that the city of New Orleans and state of Louisiana did not keep in good enough repair--kicked that city's ass. There's still a ton of damage across the city, and there is debris EVERYWHERE still. And the whole time I was there, I saw only two cleaning crews. Now granted: I was there over a weekend. But they still have a ton of work to do.
* The good people of New Orleans honk more than any group of people I've ever heard in my entire life. It's amazing. They honk at everything. They honk so much you honestly stop paying attention. And remember: I come from a family that isn't shy about using their horns, and we can't hold a candle to these people.
* There is alcohol EVERYWHERE. Let me emphasize that again: EVERYWHERE. You can buy liquor in the grocery stores. Seriously. Bought a bottle of Captain Morgan at Winn Dixie (speaking of, that Captain Morgan commercial where the two guys walk into a pizza store, order a pizza delivery, and then ride home with the pizza dude is GREATNESS). And I can't buy a bottle of the good Captain anywhere within the city limits of Irving. God that pisses me off.
Also, there are to go daiquiri shops everywhere. With drive through's. Now I know what you are thinking: how can you have a drive through at a place that sells alcohol? Easy: you're basically allowed to drink & drive there. Yeah. You read that right. The way that the law is written, you can have a daiquiri in your hand in the front seat--as long as it doesn't have a straw in it. If it has a straw, then it's an open container. But as long as it doesn't have a straw, and as long as a popo doesn't see you actually take a drink, you're cool.
* So on Saturday, Sam and I go play basketball at the health club he works out at--decently posh place. The court was right by the pool. Well, there was some lady running around there in HIGH HEELS. That's right. She was doing the bathing suit and high heels, constantly walking--I'm sorry, I mean strutting--from the pool to the bar (that's right, there's even a bar at the health club. I couldn't make this up), waiting for guys to hit on her. It was HILARIOUS. I'm sorry, no matter how hot you are, wearing heels to the pool is just going to get you laughed at.
* While Tulsa still retains the title of "Worst Roads in America", as having overall the worst roads, New Orleans does have worse spots than they do in Tulsa. There was seriously a couple of spots where I didn't think our car was going to make it out of it if we went in--but there was no way around it, as it was too big. This could have been caused by Katrina, or it could have just been really cheap, shitty roads.
* The skyline of New Orleans is pretty and impressive. Xavier University is very cool looking, and the Hotel de Cirque is beautiful with the lights that go across it. They've also lit the bridge up to where it looks real nice. The Superdome, while not being aesthetically pleasing, is impressive to behold because of it's size.
* The bars down there were really cool. Good atmosphere, not a lot of pretentious crowds. Decent prices on drinks--about the same as what you pay in Dallas. Sam complained about a lack of Microbrews down there, but as he's a weirdo for drinking beer anyway, he's alone on that one ;-) Somehow I got out of there without having a daiquiri or a hurricane, though I have fallen in love with Sangria thanks to NO.
* Bourbon street was impressive to behold--both good and bad. It's cool to have that many places to go hang out and easily bounce around from. That was nice. Combine that with the sense of history that Bourbon has, and it makes for a good time. However, it's just filthy, and sleazy, and you have to be prepared for anything while walking around--people throwing up in the middle of the street, fighting in the street, that kind of thing. It's a coked up version of 6th Street in Austin. I'll take 6th Street over that any day--there's only so much debauchery a normal person can stand. And FUCK Mardis Gras. I say this when it was not crowded at all down there. I cannot even imagine being down there when that street is so packed that you can't even move. The very thought makes my skin crawl.
* We ate at Emeril's, Emeril Lagasse's place in downtown. The food was good, but not great. Also, the portions were smaller than they should have been. I had some Red Snapper, and Sam had a New York Strip. I would have to say I wouldn't go back: it was premium prices for underwhelming food. Too bad, because I love Elzar, and was really looking forward to going there. We needed another shot from the Spice Weasel. BAM!
* All in all, I would say I would go back if I had a reason to (meet a friend, family vacation, some kind of trip with buddies), but would not just go back myself to see the city. And even then I would go for 2, 3 days max. It's a cool place to go out and drink at, but that's it, and that definitely does not make up for the myriad of bad things going on in the city. I'll take 6th Street over Bourbon Street anyday.
Seeing New Orleans this weekend confirmed those beliefs in my mind.
I'm just going to give you random thoughts and observations from the Murder Capital of the World. No, I'm not kidding. Both good and bad. Mostly bad. And even some of the ones that I consider "good" some people would probably consider bad. So here it is.
If you're from New Orleans and/or love that part of the world, you'd best just stop reading now.
* New Orlineans (not sure if that is spelled right, and don't care) are probably the laziest people in America. I was embarrassed that I had to call these people Americans. Any Welfare opponent has the perfect case with which to base his argument against, in Post-Katrina New Orleans.
First of all, the unemployment rate in NO should be 0. 0. Not a single person. Every single business down there is DESPERATE to hire anyone with a pulse. Every store has a "Now Hiring" sign in front. They literally cannot keep businesses open because they don't have enough staff. Wal Mart closes at 9:00pm. Read that again. WAL MART CLOSES AT 9:00PM. Can you fin believe that? Yeah, I can't either. The Wendy's down there--every single one--have huge banners that offer a $250 signing bonus and a $125 weekly bonus to anyone willing to work. And none of those places can stay open past 9:00pm, either.
Those people are so God damn lazy that they would rather sit in their little trailers that FEMA has provided them and collect their FEMA checks than go get a job and start working. It's unbelievable. It's a perfect example of everything that is wrong with a Welfare State.
* Make no mistake: Katrina--or the levees that the city of New Orleans and state of Louisiana did not keep in good enough repair--kicked that city's ass. There's still a ton of damage across the city, and there is debris EVERYWHERE still. And the whole time I was there, I saw only two cleaning crews. Now granted: I was there over a weekend. But they still have a ton of work to do.
* The good people of New Orleans honk more than any group of people I've ever heard in my entire life. It's amazing. They honk at everything. They honk so much you honestly stop paying attention. And remember: I come from a family that isn't shy about using their horns, and we can't hold a candle to these people.
* There is alcohol EVERYWHERE. Let me emphasize that again: EVERYWHERE. You can buy liquor in the grocery stores. Seriously. Bought a bottle of Captain Morgan at Winn Dixie (speaking of, that Captain Morgan commercial where the two guys walk into a pizza store, order a pizza delivery, and then ride home with the pizza dude is GREATNESS). And I can't buy a bottle of the good Captain anywhere within the city limits of Irving. God that pisses me off.
Also, there are to go daiquiri shops everywhere. With drive through's. Now I know what you are thinking: how can you have a drive through at a place that sells alcohol? Easy: you're basically allowed to drink & drive there. Yeah. You read that right. The way that the law is written, you can have a daiquiri in your hand in the front seat--as long as it doesn't have a straw in it. If it has a straw, then it's an open container. But as long as it doesn't have a straw, and as long as a popo doesn't see you actually take a drink, you're cool.
* So on Saturday, Sam and I go play basketball at the health club he works out at--decently posh place. The court was right by the pool. Well, there was some lady running around there in HIGH HEELS. That's right. She was doing the bathing suit and high heels, constantly walking--I'm sorry, I mean strutting--from the pool to the bar (that's right, there's even a bar at the health club. I couldn't make this up), waiting for guys to hit on her. It was HILARIOUS. I'm sorry, no matter how hot you are, wearing heels to the pool is just going to get you laughed at.
* While Tulsa still retains the title of "Worst Roads in America", as having overall the worst roads, New Orleans does have worse spots than they do in Tulsa. There was seriously a couple of spots where I didn't think our car was going to make it out of it if we went in--but there was no way around it, as it was too big. This could have been caused by Katrina, or it could have just been really cheap, shitty roads.
* The skyline of New Orleans is pretty and impressive. Xavier University is very cool looking, and the Hotel de Cirque is beautiful with the lights that go across it. They've also lit the bridge up to where it looks real nice. The Superdome, while not being aesthetically pleasing, is impressive to behold because of it's size.
* The bars down there were really cool. Good atmosphere, not a lot of pretentious crowds. Decent prices on drinks--about the same as what you pay in Dallas. Sam complained about a lack of Microbrews down there, but as he's a weirdo for drinking beer anyway, he's alone on that one ;-) Somehow I got out of there without having a daiquiri or a hurricane, though I have fallen in love with Sangria thanks to NO.
* Bourbon street was impressive to behold--both good and bad. It's cool to have that many places to go hang out and easily bounce around from. That was nice. Combine that with the sense of history that Bourbon has, and it makes for a good time. However, it's just filthy, and sleazy, and you have to be prepared for anything while walking around--people throwing up in the middle of the street, fighting in the street, that kind of thing. It's a coked up version of 6th Street in Austin. I'll take 6th Street over that any day--there's only so much debauchery a normal person can stand. And FUCK Mardis Gras. I say this when it was not crowded at all down there. I cannot even imagine being down there when that street is so packed that you can't even move. The very thought makes my skin crawl.
* We ate at Emeril's, Emeril Lagasse's place in downtown. The food was good, but not great. Also, the portions were smaller than they should have been. I had some Red Snapper, and Sam had a New York Strip. I would have to say I wouldn't go back: it was premium prices for underwhelming food. Too bad, because I love Elzar, and was really looking forward to going there. We needed another shot from the Spice Weasel. BAM!
* All in all, I would say I would go back if I had a reason to (meet a friend, family vacation, some kind of trip with buddies), but would not just go back myself to see the city. And even then I would go for 2, 3 days max. It's a cool place to go out and drink at, but that's it, and that definitely does not make up for the myriad of bad things going on in the city. I'll take 6th Street over Bourbon Street anyday.