Ace bandages wrapped tightly around my inflamed ligament and musculature has the pleasant effect of reducing pain and allowing me to
keep on going. I’m happy. Went to the New Orleans RiverWalk.
It is located right off the Mississippi River. In terms of being a real River walk when compared to the San Antonio RiverWalk,
let’s face it, San Antonio does not really have much of a river compared to the Mississippi which
could kick its ass blindfolded during a drought in
the desert in August near the equator. Bought two kewl fake Texas license plates, both of which say OUTATIME. They vaccuform a
clear plastic overlay, paint the raised letters with alchohol based paint, and then put it over. Bought two Pets.com sock puppets
(one to keep, one to share). Saw Air Max at the IMAX theater. Michael Jordon = Prodigy. My hotel room is by the elevators so I am
enjoying the trite pre-elevator-arrival conversation from strangers outside my door. It’s all about the little things. I ordered
room service last night (hot wings and quesadillas). I left the tray outside the door. Some dorks actually lifted the metal plate covers
to see what was under them at some point during the night. Perhaps I should leave a plate full of poop next time. [evil grin]
Earlier… at 1:11 AM New Orleans time…
Just got back from Bourbon Street. Had one Heinekin in a can. Probably attributed to my not being able to relate to anyone’s
interest in my aforementioned pool ball beads.
For the record, four girls inquired about them.
Did manage to give away some really long beads that I bought from Wal-Mart last week. I think
my plan tomorrow is going to be to get rid of all of them. I have so many beads now, I could hold my own parade. Twice.
Wondering if I could hold my own parade. I’m sure the city wouldn’t like closing 20 blocks just so one guy could drive
through and throw beads. Maybe if I drove really fast?
Made the mistake of walking through one of those covered wooden construction site barricades. You know, the kind where you
walk down a wooden hallway, usually because something is being constructed behind it? Everything on Bourbon Street is sticky. wet
and gross. This wooden deck was no exception. For the first time since I’ve been wearing the magic shoes, however, I slipped.
I didn’t fall, but I twisted my left ankle around a bit. Not good. I am feeling it now. I suspect I may need to chill out tomorrow
while I recover from this detour to recovery. Hoping I wake up in the morning and this is all a bad dream. Oh, and that it’s
1978 again. I have a few changes I need to make, like buying Microsoft stock with my college money. I also think I might look
into becoming a ”player” in fourth grade and break a few hearts.
While walking through the crowded corridors of Bourbon Street, I got my butt pinched and grabbed a couple of times by passing
members of the opposite sex. Wondering
if someone really wanted to that, if it was an accident, or if clever pick-pockets were checking me for a wallet. I am not carrying
one, so I hope they enjoyed themselves.
Wondering about the X-Files episode I saw earlier this evening.
Is Mulder dead? Was that a re-run? Does David Duchovney like showing up for only 45 seconds
in an episode? When did I stop wondering if the X-Files were based on true stories? Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
All your base are belong to us?
