Monday 7th of May 2013
As I wait for the family to get ready for the next round of
adventures in New Orleans, I thought it was a good time to update the blog.
Last time we spoke Steve and Shaye had done the Friday of Jazz fest while
Jackson and I wondered the streets of New Orleans.
Friday night was cold – teeth chattering cold. I had done a
bit of research in finding a cheap place for Jackson and I to have dinner and
found a place called Camellia Grill on Chartres Street. It was an old style
dinner set up with just seats at the counter and service with a smile. I
ordered a hamburger with the lot while Jackson got his bacon fix with a BLT.
Yummo, the food was delicious and the service was hilarious. After food we
headed into the streets to try and find a jumper for me – the weather was so
against type that I had only packed a light cardi. Once sorted, we headed out
on the Ghost Tour.
Steve and I had done this tour last time but the piker had
left me halfway through to head back to Bourbon Street. Well this time I had a
captive audience with Jacks – and he can’t leave me either!! LOL. Our tour
guide’s name was George and right off the rank he said that all stories he will
tell have some form of evidence attached to them, whether that evidence was told
to him by someone who had seen it or had some form of documentation attached to
it. No Bull Shit – George’s words.
The tour was lots of fun and there were only four of us so
the small group made it easier to hear George and ask questions. We headed over
to Muriel’s Jackson Square where George told us the tale of a guy called
Antione who hung himself in the place after he lost his house in a card game.
Now Antione haunts the place by moving glasses, taking bread rolls off the
tables and creating a thick black fog in the corner of the old whore’s part of
the hotel. The latter one George had photographic evidence of which was
awesome. So due to all the food and drinks going missing off peoples plates,
they now set up a table every night in the back of the place just for Antione.
Jackson took a photo of it – have a look between the two and tell me what you
see.
Saturday was Jazz fest and Shaye had been champing at the
bit to have breakfast at the famous Café Du Monde so that was where we headed.
Minus Steve, we had beignets on the banks of the Mississippi while I tried the
chicory coffee. Tasted like shit and I was spewing I didn’t get the hot
chocolate that the kids got. Jackson and I wondered the streets down Canal as I
tried to find a sim card for our phone. Ended up on the business side of Canal
and down some back alleys till we found AT&T. Tried my first egg and
sausage McBiscuit from Maccas, greasiest thing I have ever eaten in my life. I
wanted more. Back to the hotel then off to Jazz Fest.
We arrived early to see Mutemath, a native New Orleans band
who had a few songs on triple J. They were pretty good till the Perfect Circled
us (a Soundwave reference to those that went this year) and we got bored. We
went for a wonder around the displays of art and stuff and looked for something
to spend money on but nothing jumped out at me.
This festival was massive not only in size but in crowd
numbers. It didn’t help that it had rained the day before so mud was everywhere
making walking on the dry pathway very difficult. It’s also different in that
people bring chairs so they bags a spot with their chairs and blankets, sit
down for the shows they aren’t interested in but stand for the ones they want
to see. Add that to the amount of area’s covered in mud means the crowd now
spills out into walk ways.
Double fistin (yes that is what they call it) two sparkling cans of white wine!
House I would love to buy if the trip wasn't over 20 hours of flying
Phoenix were as good as we saw last time at Coachella but
even so we left a little bit early to try and beat the rush to the taxi rank.
In the end we caught a bus to Canal Street and walked back to the hotel.
Jackson and I introduced Steve and Shaye to Camellia Grill,
they fell in love like we did the night before. This time we had Jack serving
us and he was hilarious especially when he noticed how quick Jackson ate his BLT.
Heading back to the hotel we prepared ourselves for the next d
Sunday 5th May
Waking up at 3am Sunday morning saw my side of the bed
empty. You see Steve had gone to Harods Casino to watch the Maywether fight and
I was so knackered that I didn’t with him. Much to his disappointment he
decided to go without me.
Steve arrived home at 4:30am with 11 beads around his neck
and some noise about how nothing was right. Turns out Steve got disorientated
and spent a fair bit of time trying to find the hotel without asking anyone for
directions. Half way believable half way bull shit but I decided to believe him
as I answered Shaye as to where Steve got the beads from. So far no flash
stories but they may come out at a later date.
Sunday at Jazz Fest saw us leave at an earlier time as the
only band we wanted to see was The Black Keys. They were starting at 3:40pm and
the boys wanted to get fried chicken beforehand so we arrive at 3pm. By the
time Shaye and I got our bbq and chicken po-boys, Steve and Jacks were still in
line so we had to share – spewing. Headed over to the Aura stage and watched
from way way far back, The Black Keys sounded awesome and even though the rest
of the family piked out I still danced to Lonely Boy.
Once back at the French Quarter, we lazily got fried chicken
from Bourbon Street and got prepared for Swampin the next day.
Someone's bagsed area for Jazz fest - this the trap got taken over by mud.
People ride their bike to the festival - Their BIKE!! How sustainable is that!! Imagine people riding their bike to the Big Day Out. How funny would that be.
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