Hurricanes and Hand Grenades

I don't really bet that much. I also don't understand betting odds all that great, which was something reinforced by these statements in the pre-bachelor party post:

Odds of getting arrested? High.
Odds of seeing numerous celebrities? High.
Odds of getting jealous of one of the NBA players for taking attention away and then making the smartest decision of my life to infiltrate the players entourage and then bitch slap that player, run away and live? Low. I'm not that stupid.

No one got arrested and for all purposes, one person should have in the first hour I was there. It turns out New Orleans is the most relaxed city ever.

I saw a celebrity (Allen Houston) and I got some film of him not closing the deal.

I wanted little to no of the attention at all times because the more attention caused, the more alcohol would be forced down my throat.

4 nights in the French Quarter was quit enough. 3 nights on Bourbon Street, with a balcony that looks right over the street in the heart of the action is plenty to take in over 3 nights. Each morning was a constant reminder that we were to be back on the balcony soon only to then to play the street until 5 am. The earliest night I got to bed was the one where I blacked out, in part due to Sparks. That was around 4 or 5. The other sleep times were 6:30, 7 and 6. Yikes. Sleeping never made it past noon.

I'm sitting in the airport about to board my flight and there really isn't enough time to write anything too substantial. Basically, New Orleans is just different than anything I've experienced in this country. As I've gone to other countries and hung out/went out, I just figured the lack of interaction with others while out and about was just a language barrier. In NOLA, people just mind their own business. It's not like people were sober or well behaved, just people tended to just let you be...that is, unless you were a fine nubian princess....then you were harrassed by more dudes that you knew even walked the earth. Seriously, dudes would just walk up to these women and grab their arm or whistle at them or do the double take with the "DAMN" thrown in. I decided that this was no town for a woman of the quality of the doctor or anyone we know that has a soul. But I never really felt the fear I thought I had going in. I never felt threatended or like we were in a place we really shouldn't.

I did have the shakes a lot though, but that was due to the amount of sugar in the majority of the drinks we had such as:

Hurricanes
Hand Grenades
Testube Shots that were primarily sugar
Jesters
Sparks
Red Bull

The last one really does give you wings by the way.

Other than that, I have a bunch of video that I'll try to get postable and there were all sorts of other hijinxs that occurred but can't be shared. Rules of the bachelor party state that nothing is to be disclosed. It's my party so I'll break the rules if I want to...like that we were courtside for a few minutes at the All-Star game...or that we got free passes to walk all around the arena during the game.

Pretty crazy weekend all around. As far as injuries go, besides serious stomach trauma, I woke up one day without the ability to use my right arm. That got a little better but I still can't do things like open doors without pain. I also have a bruised rib but I think that's more of a swollen liver induced pain. All digits are accounted for.