The baby stayed with the MIL when we left Texas, so Dustin and I have 4 fantastic days sans-child to do things and catch up with each other. After driving in Sunday night we stopped by the Avenue and hung out with some friends from work. Our new buddies are the best and we had a great time chatting over assorted beers (and Franks' Diet Coke). Even though we'd had Thanksgiving early in the day, we wanted a little nosh and ordered something from the kitchen, J'Anitas. The home made chips and fresh guacamole are fabulous. There was even a little animal cracker hiking up my avocado mountain. People started peeling away quite early, about 9 or so. But apparently that's how a lot of them do it, with having to be at work so early, their internal clock is just set that way.
After leaving there we decided to go down to our favorite place Molly's on Decatur. I'm still very upset our girl Renee no longer works there. But the new girl Crystal was very nice. We even got to see The Cat. He's this big old gray cat that lives in the bar and comes out at random times to sit on his favorite bar top or by the door. You can tell by the way he carries himself that it is in fact his bar, and he allows us to be there. Thank you, Cat.
After gin & tonic for Dustin and amber bock for me, we decided to walk down Bourbon, just for nostalgic purposes. I'd never been to Boondock Saints on St. Peter so we headed that way. I like the movie- which they play over and over on one of the TVs- and the bar is even better. The ladies' room isn't bad, just small, like the bathroom in your first apartment where you can go to the bathroom and brush your teeth at the same time. I don't know how much the drinks were, but I had probably 4 draft beers and Dustin had his gin as well as Jameson, and the tab was only about $30 with tip. The Teri Pollo-look-alike bar girl was quite charming and we struck up an hour-long conversation with a local named Scarlett, who lives near us, and her Scottish boyfriend. Got some good tips for our trip to Ireland in March. We also talked about tattoos, our small town roots and that subversive cross-stitching. She had made a piece that says "Whiskey is Good" that hangs above the bar. After telling her of this, our next door neighbor Laura and I are thinking about getting together, drinking and stitching one night. I'd love to see the end result.
When we finally left there, we just walked down Bourbon, turned around and walked to the other end. I had to go, so since it was nearest, we went into the Bourbon Pub. It's a gay bar (except for the stray tourist) with lots of colorful lights and Madonna on the big screen. The one other time I've been there, I watched the Emmy's on DVR and the cute little bartender danced and spun while he poured my drink. It was fun. The Ladies' room, however, was less impressive. It was a tiny galley-type room, with no door. Well, some bathrooms don't have one, but this one was in kind of a public place. But then the stalls didn't have any, either! The stalls were also so short, that your knees stick out. When you gotta go, you gotta go, and I didn't see any women (well, none that were born that way), so I just made it quick. I've never hurried so much in my life. Mark that one off the bathroom list. At least it was clean.
Just for kicks, we walked across the street to another rainbow room, The Oz. This one is a bit more...... colorful. Hot-guy-in-yellow-Speedo-dancing-on-bar colorful. But we stayed to the back of the bar, and except for the cash-only policy and the way overpriced beer, it looked like a fun place to dance with the girls and not have men bothering you. Dustin finished his beer in record time and we went on our merry way.
To top off our long night of debauchery, we stopped in at Vieux Carre pizza: the best pizza. Ever. Take that NYC and Chicago. This place is good. The French Quarter pizza is magnificent. But we just got the extra large pepperoni (breakfast tomorrow!). We only had our debit cards, so we had to go hunt down an ATM that a) had money in it and b) didn't charge ten dollars to take out cash.
After we procured the goods, we headed home. It was a long night, but a fun one. To say the least, we enjoyed ourselves. This is what we used to do on vacation. Eventually, though, you get tired of going out to party and turn your attention to other things. Like shopping. But it was fun to stroll down memory lane, and that lane happens to be called Bourbon Street.
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