Day 4 - New Orleans

Howdeh from New orle-ahns,

Another amazing day on the road. We woke up, stuffed our faces at the continental breakfast, and headed out. While Paradise walked around looking for a haircut, Bourbon Williams and myself continued to Harrah's casino. I flew solo this time... as 'Jackie Carman' age 25 and 'Adam Cassel' age 23 were not even close to N.O.

Without getting into too much detail... I played two slot machine games. One had bruce lee on it and I had no idea what I was doing. I put a five dollar bill in, got 1.80 back...

Ever the dreamer, I dropped another 5 spot, this time walking away with a whopping .75 cents... Fail...

We then took the free ferry to Algiers, a small island off of N.O. This is an amazing part of the U.S. Only 5 mins. from the French Quarter by way of ferry, this town has remained untouched by ANY commercial or even tourist interest. Paradise, still looking for a haircut, found a small barber shop down the road, which turned out to be one of the most memorable experiences of the trip.

We met Russel Templet, a man who has been cutting hair in Algiers for 55 years. His barbershop consisted of his wife, Sharon, and a regular that had grown up with Russel; Frank. We sat for two hours listening to stories about old Algiers and watching Russel give Paradise a haircut. Here were some highlights,

Russel: '...My hair style is 'convertible'.' (In reference to the obvious fact that he wore a hair piece)

Frank: 'I'm getting it cut short for my girlfriend' (In reference to his wife questioning his new hairstyle.)

I can't begin to write how amazing these people were, or the classic delivery of each sentence. They suggested that we get some crawfish down the block, and actually called in our order.

We ordered 2 lbs. of Crawfish and walked down into a distant part of the town to pick it up.

We at the crawfish back on the other side of the river. I learned that 'Sometimes, You must eat the poop'. Well, I was eating the black line in the crawfish, assuming that Tom was doing the same; He wasnt. We went to Cafe Du monde and had Cafe Au Lait, and Beignettes.

We were exhausted and went back to the crib. Tom and Mike slept, and I finished reading The Stranger. Then we got ready at about...

As I am writing this, Tom and Mike were talking about how Mike might have stole a soda from the Crawfish shack. Above the soda was a sign that read 'Thou shall not steal' ...Nice, Stags.

Then we got ready at about 9:30, went and got arby's and headed into Jackson Square.

We had our palms read by a gigantic bearded man. Mine was spot on. Stags' was solid, and Tom's Tarot card was pretty good too.

Back to Bourbon. We had Hand Grenades, which were gross. We went to Fritz's jazz club, and suckered into buying a beer..

Then the highlight of the night;

While asking our Palm reader, who had moved to Bourbon, a question, I was mistaken by a large group of girls to be 'Chris Allen'; the winner of American Idol. SWEEEETTTTT!!! Of course, I am not him. They realized this, and even my running down the block saying that I was him would not be of any use. We continued home, and are now going to sleep.

GOOD NIGHT!

-Beck