A drinking playground

I survived my weekend in New Orleans. Had a great weekend checking out the city and capped it with a good football game on Monday night. Well good if you are not a Packers fan. Drank all kinds of beer, listened to some good jazz, saw all kinds of people, ate new foods including seafood- not my favorite but this wasn't bad. I can now check off New Orleans as a place I have never been. I now must put it on the list of places to go back to.

Bourbon Street lives up to the expectations as a drinking playground. Drunk people having a good time as they wobble around the streets. My kind of place.

Speaking of wobble, maybe one of the funniest signs I saw was at a little chocolate shop we stopped into. They had chocolate turkeys on display with a sign saying "Gobble til you wobble!" I guess you could do that with chocolate but I my mind went onto a different train of thought. I will have to see if that is a viable line to use at the bar tomorrow night.

Pics and stories tomorrow. One quick questions in the meantime...why is there a clown on the hotel's door knockers?