Danny Who's Journal

Subject:	Nawlin's Nawmean?
Time:	6:34 pm.

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bourbon street

Screams of NAWLINS were sporadically peppered through the entire 14 hour drive to New Orleans. Steve drove the whole way because he's got a stick and neither Smitty, Ryan Grey no I are well versed in the ways of the manual transmission. We had a great time in the car though, playing The Spaceship game and going through the alphabet with movie titles and band names. Everyone stayed awake for the trip except me I pussied out and fell asleep for about and hour in the dark wilderness of Mississippi.

We got to Tulane University and met steve's friend Tara at 4am, but it was 3am central time. We were going to go to bed but none of us could sleep so we started drinking and playing asshole. We were all in our boxers and I went outside and wrote my name in the grass and morning dew on the quad. Since Mardi Gras was the week before, all the students at Tulane threw their extra beads into the trees. I was playing around and noticed some beads missed the trees and were in the bushes so I started collecting. Eventually we went up to higher balcony floors and started grabbing right from the trees. Ryan Gray found his magic bouncy ball in the bushes, which was a lot of fun for the whole trip. I ended up with a massive amount of beads. Tara's roommate always slept at her boyfriends so there was an extra bed in the room, so we alternated turns. The first night whoever didn't have a bed slept on the floor but the floor was so uncomfortable that the other nights we slept in the study lounge. We did a lot of sitting on the balcony reading, drawing, and talking during the week. We played handball on the quad and explored a lot.

On Saturday we rode the street car and went to Bourbon street, which was crazy even a week after Mardi Gras. Girls on balconies showin titties and all that. We got nice cigars and dollar drafts and famous 7 dollar hand grenades made of secret ingredients including everclear. Some guy on the street came up to me said "I bet I can guess where you bought your shoes, state, city and store. You an honest man?" I was wearing my 3 strap Velcro pumas that I bought online from the denmark puma site store, so I kept telling him that he would get it wrong. I told him he could guess but I really didn't wanna bet for money because he'd be wrong and I'd feel bad and then he might not believe me and I didn't wanna get into a big thing over it, that he could bet me for attaboys but that I couldn't do it for money. I saw this well dressed midget bouncer outside a club and asked him for a picture and hes like "got a dollar" money well spent. Tara ended up kissing him for a while she was trashed, she kept puking and wandering off from us.

One of the nights after I was trashed and had smoked I was talking at a ridiculous pace about architecture. Taras friend Julie and steve were trying to get me to go to bed but they were trying to trick me the way I try to trick drunk high people into doing things like shutting up or going to sleep and I knew their games so I talked even faster about how I wouldn't fall for their tricks until they gave me a dollar to get icecream from the vending machine apparently my rambling was so funny that they kept tryin to get me to get into the same state later in the week to hear me again. my sketch of ryan

We made several trips to the ghetto Winn-Dixie supermarket where, even though I was the youngest one there I ended up buying cases of beer a few times without being carded. If I had been carded I had my JMU JAC card which I changed the 1984 to a 1981 after Ryan showed me his which had gone from December to February by scratching off the 1.

we visited the French Market, saw street performers, saw transies, i touched the mighty missisippi, we climbed the biggest tree i've ever seen in person, i got hit on by a gay French guy who said he was Yugoslavian on the trolley, we went through a hole in the fence and tresspassed on the property of the Real World Belfort Mansion and got pictures, and tons of other cool stuff happened but i cant remember or am tired of rambling..but im not done. nawlins views

I wanted to leave Nawlins having tasted Nawlinian food. By the way most people there are annoyed by the word Nawlins. Fuck that. It said it on the menus in Dunbars restaurant, which had cockroaches climbing on the stucco ceilings and falling to the floor while coming towards our table. Cozy. Anyway at Dunbars I paid way too much for a large seafood platter, with oysters, catfish, trout, stuffed crab and shrimp which was all deep fried and unrecognizeable. And we had gone to a small place that served jumbalya and gumbo but it was closed. And on the last day on Bourbon, me and steve tried to get some jumbalaya but the kitchen was closed. We got some good wings with Cajun sauce but they were just wings, nothing especially Nawlinian, I would have gone away disappointed food wise if it was not for O'Henrys. I got the greatest bowl of soup I've ever had, it was a crawfish and corn bisque. I also 2 delicious crawfish Po'Boy sammiches which were equally to die for. Exciting. Cuz you care about my food

On the way back from the bars I threw several bags of trash in the road and it made a mess and lots of noise, and I didn't care until I turned around and saw 5 big guys standing in the driveway of the house I was in front of. They should have kicked my ass but instead they just said something "Not here buddy, keep going" which was more than I deserved.

One of the nights me and ryan were making easy mac in the lounge and ours was so much better than smittys and we were telling him so. And we found a box that I swear said lost and found but we found out later was a homeless donation box that was right next to an empty lost and found box. We rummaged through it and I came up with tons of dresses and shirts. At the end of the week I returned the dresses but I found one more in my bag when I got home, sorry homeless girl.

Later on that night I think its all drunk blurs, me and ryan were in the lounge again and some kid was sleeping and somehow ryan convinced me to put peanut butter on his face, so im standing over a passed out stranger in an unfamiliar college, drunk and giggling with a knife covered in peanut butter inches from his face and the kid wakes up. And he looked at me and I looked at him and then I walked away and me and ryan went out the back door, and when we came back later he was gone. But there was another one passed out this time and we couldn't figure out if it was guy or girl so we were all hovering over this poor fool also, but this time without malicious intent, but still creepy.

I came away with some nice souvenirs, 3 shirts from a thrift store, 5 or so more shirts from a "lost and found" on campus, a dress and some womens shirts from the same box, a Tulane reserved parking sign, a baja jacket, a dried alligator head, a water meter manhole cover from the street near Dunbars, a lamenated sign and Wallstreet journal from somebodys yard on the way back from the bars, tons of beads, and a hand grenade glass.
bead hunt

It was a 20 hour trip home because we went to VaBeach to drop off Ryan and then back to JMU. Steve drove the whole way and since we left at 6am and I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep I slept for like 7hrs in the car. i stayed at 1145J for a few days and ran a tab and am now in debt to several creditors and friends. soo do me a favor and check out ebay...

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