i hate new orleans
Natacha turned 30 on Saturday. I didn’t really have any idea what to buy her, and since she doesn’t collect anything, and since she didn’t feel like she needed to offer any suggestions to me (having once complained that she should just buy her own present when I asked for advice), and since I’ve never been one to buy house stuff for her birthday (something seems a little sexist about giving the little lady a kitchen gadget for her birthday, even though she likes cooking), I suggested we spend the weekend in Vegas.
Natacha loves her some nickel slots, and she already had her birthday week scheduled as vacation from work, so it seemed like a brilliant idea. That is, until we found out how much a weekend in Vegas would cost us. In hindsight, it probably wouldn’t have been much more than we spent anyway, but Natacha felt guilty about dropping that much cash on little ole her (or so she says… I think it had something to do with her worrying about being able to compete when my birthday rolls around next month), so we decided to spend the weekend in New Orleans.
We booked a hotel for the weekend, and I made reservations at a few places for us to eat, with the plan being to do all the little touristy things that we’ve been interested in, but never actually did (living only an hour away, I’ve never felt like much of a tourist). Saturday morning, Natacha opened the few actual presents I bought her, then we dropped the dog off at the kennel and headed to the French Quarter.
Now, I’ve never particularly cared for New Orleans much. I usually dislike people in general, and I really hate:
- Frat guys
- Drunks (except for myself)
- Drunken frat guys.
Bourbon Street is usually crawling with these things, all piling on top of one another at particular spots, making it nearly impossible to pass through, just for the chance to catch a glimpse of some drunken sorority girl’s tits. Add to that the lovely scent of urine, vomit, and garbage that fills the air, and the likelihood of getting splashed at some point with some indeterminable liquid, and you end up with the exact sort of situation I normally try my damnedest to avoid. I loved the shit out of it when I was 17, mind you, but that was a long time ago.
Still, we figured that not having to worry about driving home might lead me to drinking a little (i.e. a lot) more than I usually do, which might in turn lead to me having a better time than normal. Plus, Harrah’s seems to be a decent casino, and Natacha really, truly does love her some nickel slots, and after all, this weekend is about her, right?
I won’t go into all the boring details, but allow me to say that I learned a lot about New Orleans during our short trip, and a lot about myself, too. For instance:
parking costs an ass load
Call me crazy, but I just sort of assumed that the hotel would allow us to park our car at its garage for free, you know, since we were paying over $100 a night to sleep there. I guess I’m naïve, but those cocksuckers wanted $30 per day to park in the garage. We found an independent garage right around the corner (thanks to the doorman) that only cost $20 a day, but still… something about it just doesn’t sit well with me.
dress codes at fancy restaurants are not enforced
I don’t mind dressing up to go out and eat. Really, I don’t. I’m not uncomfortable in a tie, and I’d much prefer to be wearing a suit and look like I fit in at a restaurant, than to be wearing pajamas and flip flops and look out of place.
For Saturday night, I made reservations at Brennan’s. Despite the temperature being in the mid-90’s (with humidity being, what, 300% or so?), I wore a suit. When we got there, not only was I the only person wearing a jacket (save for the wait staff), but a guy at the table next to us was in jeans and a t-shirt. And I don’t mean one of those t-shirts that costs $100 at a fancy department store or some vintage boutique or something; no, this was a t-shirt of the “thanks for giving blood” variety, with a little silk-screened graphic on the front left pocket, and a big silk-screened graphic on the back.
Lovely.
Not that I’m all that well-dressed myself in general, and I understand how a restaurant might be unwilling to turn someone away based solely on their attire when they know they’re going to make at least $100 off the table, particularly in a heavily tourist-plagued area like the French Quarter, but couldn’t they at least reserve a separate section for those people? If I wanted to be around people who were dressed more like they were eating at Popeye’s, I’d have gone to fucking Popeye’s.
On top of that, the food was average at best, and I can stay home and fix average food myself. I expect better than average food from any restaurant; when à la carte entrees are all in the $35 range, I want to have an orgasm with every bite.
The service was pretty friggin’ slow, too. I did think that the waiter addressing us by our last name was pretty classy, but I think there were something like 30 minutes between the time we finished our entrees and the time he came back to ask if we wanted dessert.
They did make Natacha some creepy little bread person for her birthday, but then the staff had to sing to her when they brought it. I dunno… it reminded me more of a TGI Friday’s than a fancy-schmancy place. And the bread person was really, really disturbing.
bad beer sucks ass
Don’t expect to get decent beer anywhere except the bars at the corner of Decatur and Bienville. This was, hands down, my biggest irritation of the trip. I asked for the beer selection at Brennan’s, and this is what I got:
“Bud, Bud Light, Coors Light, Miller Light, Michelob Ultra, Corona, Heineken, and Abita Amber.”
I begrudgingly took a glass of Abita (which, if you don’t know, is complete shit… it’s the sort of beer that a college kid orders because it’s darker than Bud and he thinks he looks like a beer connoisseur, but it tastes, pretty much, like Bud. I know some people like it, but I think that’s because they either have bad taste, or have never learned to appreciate anything other than swill).
After Brennan’s, we went to the casino for an hour or so (just long enough to lose $20), and then decided to head back to Bourbon Street to find someplace where we could listen to music. While there are a lot of those types of places on Bourbon Street, you can’t really get to them without navigating the sea of drunken frat boy booby-watchers, so Natacha and I ended back up at the hotel bar. I asked what sorts of beer they had.
“Bud, Bud Light, Coors Light, Miller Light, Michelob Ultra, Corona, Heineken, and Abita Amber.”
Fuck you.
The hotel bar was a carousel that actually rotated and, consequently, took up a large chunk of space in the middle of the room. Natacha and I were seated along the perimeter at a somewhat private table by a window. As we were about to leave, we noticed a second line marching down the street. That was pretty fun, but the novelty wore off when we realized their destination was the bar we were in. 30 seconds later, the bar was filled with the wedding party, and a loud-as-shit brass band played about 5 feet from our table. Not only could we not get up (because of all the people), but some drunken hoochies were shaking their asses right in my face. Normally that might not have been a bad thing, but it was Natacha’s birthday, so I couldn’t really enjoy the view, and the band was really, really loud, and I was tired, and, oh yeah, I had to drink a couple Abita Ambers.
i don’t like bourbon
Natacha has been in this country for 9 years now, all but three months of which she’s spent as either my girlfriend, my fiancée or my wife. She’s always wanted to visit a plantation, but I’ve refused to take her, citing the horrors of slavery and my unwillingness to contribute to it in any manner. To be honest, I was just lazy, and didn’t want to go on some boring tour, but it sounded good, eh? Well, since it was her birthday, I decided to give in.
We went to Oak Alley Plantation and, shortly after arriving, discovered they were “famous” for their mint juleps. Now, I don’t normally drink anything alcoholic that isn’t somehow related to the beer family, but it was really hot, and I was really thirsty, so I figured, what the hell?
Yeah, so I didn’t like it, and I could only drink about a quarter of the glass (fortunately, my wife is a lush). In fact, I still tasted bourbon several hours later, when we went to the Bombay Club for dinner. I asked about their beer selection.
Guess what they had.
No, seriously… guess.
“Bud, Bud Light, Coors Light, Miller Light, Michelob Ultra, Corona, Heineken, and Abita Amber.”
They had 3 or 4 different flavors of fucking Pucker, but they can’t pick up a few bottles of Sierra Nevada or Bass or, hell, Sam Adams? Bastards.
After dinner, we went back to the casino to lose another $50, and then picked up some beignets at Cafe du Monde before heading back to the hotel. It was there that I learned Peter Jennings died.
More on that later.
Maybe.
a fish is a fish
In all my years living in southern Louisiana, I’ve never once gone to the Aquarium of the Americas. Natacha and I decided to change that Monday morning, and I must say it was pretty underwhelming. After you walk in and go through that first tunnel (where the fish and sharks and rays and things are swimming over you), it felt more like I was in the pet section of Wal-Mart than a world famous aquarium.
Still, Natacha got to pet a shark, so whatever.
the penguins screwed us
After lunch, we went to a theater to see March of the Penguins. Natacha has been wanting to see it for ages (it’s already out on DVD in France), and we figured that, considering we had a few hours to kill before the Holly Golightly concert, this was the perfect chance.
According to her, though, what we saw and what the filmmaker intended were two completely different things. Natacha said the original movie was supposed to be almost silent, with a little dialogue between the penguins themselves. Also, the movie’s music was done by some young Björk-ish girl that supposedly won awards. The movie we saw, however, was basically a blown-up documentary. Gone was the penguin dialogue and funky music, and in its place was narration by Morgan Freeman. The music, also, seemed far less critical to the film than we were expecting.
Now, I’m a heterosexual male, so there are a few things in life that I’m predetermined to be interested in, such as football, heavy machinery and animal shows. As such, I didn’t mind watching a documentary about penguins, but I did feel cheated out of $11 when, chances are, it’ll be carried all over Animal Planet in a few months. Plus, there was the old fucker a few rows back who felt the need to talk about the penguins to his wife. Jesus Harvey Christ, I hate people who talk during movies.
Natacha was even more pissed than I was, not so much about the guy talking, but about the movie having been changed. She thought we were going to be watching a French film, but that wasn’t really the case.
holly golightly doesn’t own a watch
We made it to One Eyed Jacks at around 8:30 Monday night. The show was supposed to start at 10:00, and we were tired from yet another day of walking around in the heat box that is New Orleans, so we figured we’d just go, have a few drinks, and be ready when the show starts. The beer selection at Jacks wasn’t the best, but they did have Newcastle, and while it isn’t my favorite beer of all time, when compared to Abita, it might as well be.
At around 9:30, I notice who I thought was Holly Golightly at the other end of the bar, getting a drink. I say “thought” because I’d only really seen her on album covers and, while I knew she was an average-looking British lady, and while this person was an average looking lady with what sounded like a British accent, I didn’t want to look like a total douche by going over to her or anything.
At 9:55, they finally opened the doors to the stage (the bar is separate), but when we got up to go into the room, the large black bouncer man put his hand up and told us we couldn’t go in. “Then why are the doors open” I asked him. “That’s for the band to load their equipment” he responded. So, basically, the show was advertised as starting at 10, but the band didn’t even start setting up until 10.
Great.
And it was Holly Golightly, afterall.
Tom Heinl, the opening act, started at, I guess, around 11:30 or so. He was pretty funny; you should all go to his website, buy his CDs, and make him rich and famous. I guess he played until midnight or so, but then, instead of taking the stage herself, Ms. Golightly thought it was a better idea to just hang out in the room and mingle with people.
Now, on any other occasion, I’d have probably thought that it was pretty cool that a “celebrity” was hanging out with her fans, but in this case, I was very, very tired, and I still had an hour-and-a-half’s drive ahead of me, so I wasn’t all that pleased. Still, once she did take the stage (probably around 1:00), things were better. Well, except for Natacha sulking because she was tired and all, but I wasn’t going to let that put a damper on my enjoyment of the show.
You should all go out and buy Holly Golightly CDs, and make her rich and famous, too. I’m just saying…
Ok, I’m tired of writing, so that’s all I’ve got.
Good night.
I've always wondered if I'd like New Orleans....as soon as I can stop laughing, I'll try and make up my mind. And Happy Birthday to Natacha1
Kat
It really is a shit-hole.
HAHAHAHA! What a stupid asshole! I just stumbled across this , and WOW. What? Bourbon St. is full of tourists? Then why go there? The Casino? Who hangs out at a shitty casino? Go to Biloxi if you want that shit. This is common from the "think-they-have taste/style" tourists who do NO work. Stay in Morgan City, jackass!
I think I'd enjoy a trip to New Orleans if I didn't go there with you. My God, you're so depressing. Suicide sounds better than vacationing with you. I think I'd ask some of the locals how they have fun and leave your ass behind. There's nothing like making the best of a not-so-good situation for your girlfriend, but I guess you don't know how to do that. If you want Disney go to Orlando. What happens in Vegas STAYS in Vegas, but if you do New Orleans right you take it with you for the rest of your life. You've missed out on one of the most unique experiences in the country. Those people down there know how to have fun; you just went there with the wrong attitude and expected it to be something it isn't. I'm sure there's always something at the mall you'd like better. perhaps you could just stay away. Good luck!
wow. lol you are stupid. i was born and raised in new orleans and never have had any eperiences like dat. you are extremly pessemistic. New Orleans is the best city in the world. and the things you did while you were there...you were just BEGGING to be surrounded by tourists! 0oh and your whole beer problem was hillarious. you must be s0o0o00 very sophisticated (since you drink no other alcohol besides..beer) you need such a sophisticated beer. do you want that in a fancy glass too? lol who ever heard of a beer coniouser?
Yeah avoid the tourist areas in general wherever you go. The problem is that in New Orleans the nicest part of the city IS the French Quarter, unless you like to see escaped mental patients beating up pedestrians for cigarettes. Some people do genuinely seem to love New Orleans tho...strange. Katrina kicked to the ground a town that doesn't have the gumption or backbone or intelligence to get back up.
My fiance is currently stationed in New Orleans, WE HATE IT. I EFFING hate this place and I'm so glad to see that there are other people who feel the same. All I hear is how nice and fun this place is.... OMG, where the hell are these people from that they think New Orleans is so great. I too HATE Bourbon St. with a passion. It's stinks like puke, beer, piss, horse crap... the streets are tore up, it's hot as hell and there's always waaay too many people, at least one of which will think it is his right, to grope me when my fiance's not looking. We can't wait to get out of here. The only problem is, my fiance looked into it and he would most likely just get stationed here again because NO ONE wants to come here. So now he's probably going to get out of the military just so we can get the hell out of this shithole. It is absolutely the most disgusting, horrible place that I have ever lived or visited in my entire life. And I'm not just referring to the culture of the French Quarter, oh no, the entire metro area is hell on earth for me! Wow, thank you for letting get that off my shoulders, I feel much better! :)
Pam,
The reason no one else is stationed in New Orleans isn't because no one "wants" to be there. Perhaps you are aware of a war going on right now? I can guarantee you that there are plenty of military po-po who are happier than a pig in shit to be stationed in New Orleans right now. It's a shame you & your fiance apparently don't see it that way. Perhaps he'd prefer the sandy desert climes of ... Iraq? Now that's what *I* call a shithole.
New Orleans is the only city in America today that has not had it's history and culture erased by the strip-malling/condo-fying/chain-restauranting that has overgrown the rest of the country. It is a fine city, one that is slowly-but-surely on the up-and-up after a devastating storm, and the only city in the nation that is being rebuilt by the residents, not the government. There is delicious food, an unbeatable nightlife, abundant music, and a fabulous sense of local pride. It's a shame you're so reluctant to join in.
Oh, and as for whoever wrote this blog -- sorry you didn't like Brennan's or the Aquarium, but I think it's something of a stretch for you to blame not liking live music or March of the Penguins on New Orleans, Mr. Negative Nancy.
Excuse me, but have you ever lived anywhere else? Do you realize that there are tons of other places in America that have been destroyed by tornadoes and fires and all kinds of natural disasters that have rebuilt. Those people were just as devestated as the people in New Orleans. I wish all the locals here would stop trying to play that pity party game. It's 4 freaking years later. I grew up in Tornado alley, do you know how many towns I've seen wiped off the map in my days, stop crying. Those people rebuilt and went on with their lives, everyone here is still crying, woe is me. I'm sorry that happened but live or shut up. And I'm sorry but the food here is aweful. I do enjoy some of the things you can find downtown but that's about the only place in this city you can easily find it, without going into some roach infested mom and pop resturaunt. I've made been Jambalya at my freaking house, and there are plenty of other places in this great Nation you can get crawfish so guess what, it's not unique to New Orleans. But I prefer not to go downtown because I have to deal with drunks and scammers on every street corner. I could go on but for now I'll show this shithole some mercy and stop. I understand locals love it here but the rest of the world is smart enough to know it's just a piece of crap place to get a good buzz, piss in the street and go home!
Oh and I may have called your beloved shithole and shithole but I don't remember ever saying anything about how patriotic you are or where your husband should go so you should really watch it. Not only has he faught in the war but he continues to dedicate his life to this country and unless you or yours is in the Military, you don't know why they won't give orders out of here. Everyone I know at the base who is older than 25 and no longer interested in drinking every night wants out of here so bad they can't stand it. Like I said, my fiance will probably not reinlist JUST so we're not stuck here another 4yrs.
Do us a Favor then and FUCK off. We don’t really want you to come visit New Orleans.
"I understand locals love it here but the rest of the world is smart enough to know it's just a piece of crap place to get a good buzz, piss in the street and go home!" Pam its people like you who piss in the fucking streets, feeling you have no accountability because you’re a drunk retard.
It's nagin's "chocolate city". let it damn well melt. Pray for Gustav's strength.
Lol, your problem with your trip is that you clearly have little ingenuity or good taste...Bourbon Street is filthy, even locals will readily tell you that. It's where Girls Gone Wild episodes are regularly taped, for God's sake.
For a better experience, you should have visited one of New Orleans' REAL bars in the Marigny (such as the ones of Frenchmen Street) on Magazine Street Uptown, or maybe one in the Bywater area, and you should've gone to a restaurant that actually has some contemporary culinary merit. Restaurant August, Stella!, Cafe Bayona, Upperline and only a couple off the top of my head. had you have done this, you would've literally been overwhelmed by the beer selection at all of the bars in the city and the unique character of each (p.s., it's extremely easy to google search for those types of establishments; d.b.a., the delachaise, the bulldog, finn mccools, and more are particularly noted for their selections). You could've eaten at a James Beard-awarded restaurant, and heard more live music than you can shake a stick at (any of the brass bands, The Marsalis family which plays weekly at Snug Harbor on the aforementioned Frenchmen Street, etc) and for a far better price than the immitation crap you often have to wade through in NYC or LA. Audubon Park, Royal Street galleries and parties, Oak Street in uptown... you completely missed out on what's actually great about New Orleans!
Long story short, you seem a bit like a square, and I think you can acknowledge based on your first paragraphs that the kind of vacation you sought out was not the one you even wanted in the first place for a quaint birthday celebration...i really don't understand why anyone would camp out in the quarter if they "hate...drunken frat guys" and KNOW that they'll find hordes of them on Bourbon Street. That's just plain idiocy. I'm sorry you relied on tourist crap information to get around. Perhaps if you had planned a classier itinerary, and not one revolving around the "little tourist things" you would've had a more fulfilling trip.
Your experience with concert times is par for the course for New Orleans. The upside of waiting in the street hours past the posted start time is that you get to soak up genuine New Orleans culture, i.e. bums asking for change, chain-smoking drunks bumping into you, people screaming, etc. Last show, I watched somebody sit on the curb and cough up pink vomit (shrimp?), barely missing some lady's shoe. CULCHA.
I live in a bedroom community outside New Orleans, but it's no better. Hoping to get out as soon as I can.
I am so glad I decided to google "I Hate New Orleans".
I detest this stinking place.
Everytime I see a bumper sticker saying Proud to Call it Home I want to barf.
I was thinking today that the Fleur de Lis emblem which has become so popular post-K looks a lot like a rude hand gesture.
A former co-worker once said "If ignorance is bliss, then New Orleans is the most blissful place on Earth." AMEN
Thanks for letting me know I'm not alone...
the city is an absolute piece of shit. you can't escape frat boys, hicks, faux hipsters and violent blacks. i've never seen such a depressing place in all my life. i got out and will never return. my only feeling of sadness regarding this piece of shit city is that katrina didn't permanently kill it.
Hey there. I stumbled on your post randomly. I'm from New Orleans, and I hate to say it but, well, you really didn't visit "New Orleans." You might think you saw it all, but in reality you stayed in the tourist ghetto that we locals call the French Quarter, and you got ripped off right and left--just like we locals do when we grudgingly get dragged down there with friends and family who visit us. I live in a part of town called the Lower Garden District (about 2 miles outside the quarter) and I haven't seen a frat boy or drunk asshole in months and months. I LOVE it here. As for times and the like, New Orleans does not function on a rigid timetable like the rest of the US. Probably why stress levels are lower here.
I'm really sorry you had a bad experience, but please don't judge all of us by the money-hungry faux New Orleans corporate experience you had in the Quarter. If you ever do come back, stay in the Garden District and you will have a much gentler, more authentic time I guarantee it.
I wish I was big enough to take a giant crap on New Orleans. I mean really, how long does it take to recover from a hurricane. You people suck here. Half of the responses on this blog from people who support this shit hole, can't even spell in the first place. Where in the English language is dat a real word. Also, who in the hell makes groceries. I always thought you went to the store and bought them, but I guess that is just the real world that does that. I have been stationed here for 5 years and thankfully will be leaving here in the next few months. For anyone in the military that is thinking about getting stationed here, don't do it, unless you want your children growing up to be uneducated trash. I mean really how can anyone say this is the best city in the country. I have been all over the U.S. and this is by far the worst experience of my life. But hey like your beloved mayor said, "It is a chocolate city."
I'm in the military stationed down here and absolutely hate it here. This place is the biggest shit hole in the States. Ryan said it best how long does it take for you assholes to get over the bullshit Katrina crying. This is the only place in the country that thinks they are owed something because of a storm. I have yet to hear people living in Florida crying about a Hurrican four years later. Or for that matter what about the people up in Iowa that got wipped out by the floods I don't hear them crying. Oh what thats because they actually work for a living and are not a piece of shit like you fucks from New Orleans. All I can hope for is another Hurrican (hopefully a Cat 5) to come through here and totally wipe this shit hole out, that way I can leave. And for all you that are worred about being able to leave NOLA. Next time they say leave, then leave. If not then you need to die.
This person might be a square, but he is right. New Orleans sucks. It is the worst city I have ever lived in. And anyone who actually enjoys living here, is ignorant. Everybody here is an alcoholic, drug addict, or criminal.
I hate New Orleans. I'm a native and I hate New Orleans. I wish the city would drown, and what doesn't drown should burn. The people here are so friggin' lazy and apathetic. and the racism (yes, I said it) is unbelievable (from whites and blacks). I've never lived in a place where nepotism and corruption is the order of the day. And did I mention how ignorant the people are?
I'm sick of the whining. I'm sick of the welfare mentality and the elitist mentality. I'm sick of the "us" vs. "them". I'm sick of the mayor, the city council - ,the brazen ineptitude of our city and state leadership. Let's not touch on the Chief of Police or Criminal Sheriff.
Now, let's discuss Bourbon St. Ever been to 6th Street in Austin? Good music, good bars, and RESPONSIBILITY. 'Nuff said.
Loyola, Tulane and Xavier are the best things in this city. Running down St. Charles Ave is pretty great too. Too bad you're constantly looking over your shoulder for muggers and rapists. Or worried your car may be broken into. Or that you'll have to deal with the police on both accounts. That may be the worst experience of all...
I wish I could just move.... but I can't sell my house. Or get rid of my wife - who refuses to move. And I love my kids too much to take them away from they're flawed (lol!) but pretty great mom. BUT i know they'd have greater opportunities, friends and experiences if they grew up in Denver, or Portland, or Dallas - heck, even NYC. New Orleans isn't a great place if you're health conscious and don't drink. or smoke. or eat pork... and the tourist attractions here SUCK.
Just my opinion.
To all you people who want to talk shit, GET THE FUCK OUT AND DON'T COME BACK!!! People arent crying over Katrina anymore, besides, its still taking New York years to fix i fucking hole in the ground. I'm sorry if all of you have bigger sticks up your asses than the gay guys at the bath houses but all of you are retarded. This isn't Disney World, Las Vegas, New York City, or Los Angeles. Also for those of you who sat we "LOVE OUR MAYOR", you are also stupid and shouldnt breed. Over 90 percent of the city hates him.
Also, let's not praise Portland, the heroin capital of America, constantly funding terrorism.
When you took this vacation you made the shittiest plans possible. Brennan's?.... REALLY??? You suck at life and suck at being a husband/boyfriend whatever? If i were taking my wife somewhere I would see to it that she would have the best time ever, especially on a birthday. You fail and should be dumped and are probably the reason why more and more women are becoming lesbians.
The bottom line, if you don't like it here, get out!!! We have our own way of life, our economy is better than everyone elses right now, so people can actually get jobs here and not get laid off, and we are the most sought after vacation spot in America. So compared to all of you, the majority rules. You are just the few who don't know how to sit back, enjoy life, work hard and play hard!!!Everyone loves to come here, as a matter of fact, the people who loves this place OUTNUMBER the ones who hate it by a landslide. So take the stick out of your ass and maybe your eyes and minds will open up.
why on earth after a decade of living in south louisiana did you go to the shittiest tourist traps known to man? no wonder you had a bad time. obviously you didn't spend that decade living in orleans parish, or you would have ventured beyond the casino, bourbon street looking for decent music and crackhead central "fancy dress" brennan's. are you kidding me? if by living in south louisiana, i'm assuming you mean a bunk in an oil platform off the coast. new orleans is a place better experienced by committed travelers who take the crappy side as a byproduct of travelling in the first place, and a dilletant night on the town will net you about s bad as it sounds. did you bother to ask the locals first, or was a stab at vegas on the bayou your own idea? one thing, no matter what the situation in the parish, assholes wouldn't last a minute amongst the gentry, and usually end up walking away bitter. drop the nancy priss ass whine, and MAYBE you could give it another stab. new orleanians don't tend to give second chances to douchebags, so i probably wouldn't recommend going back, mr. decade in louisiana. keep your woman away too. chances are i heard you two bitching on my way home from work and wished you away myself. then went and hung out with my friends, and celebrated each other happily free of you and your own. fuck off, mate.
Seeing as I am from Indianapolis and writing the day after the Saints won the Superbowl, you would expect me to say that I hate New Orleans. No, I think New Orleans is not completely a shit hole. The French Quarters are a shit hole but if you actually have family or friends living in New Orleans, they would show you a much better time in the Garden District.
That said, I do agree with a lot of people regarding the boo-hoo fest for Katrina victims. There are victims in Iowa from floods and Nebrasha and Oklahoma from tornadoes that you never hear of in the press. Sure, New Orleans was 85% under water after Katrina. 100% of large chunks of Iowa were under water after their floods. 100% of towns got wiped off the map after tornadoes in the midwest.
Same goes for New York and the sob-fest about 9/11. Do you realize how many times Israel has suffered over the years because of terrorism. And they always have the courage to rebuild.
People in general need to stop feeling sorry for themselves and do something better with their lives. And that is not just a sentiment against New Orleans. That is a common pathetic human trait.
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