The devil in the wishing well

Lately I've been throwing pennies into wishing wells, oceans, fountains, and any other body of water I can find. Do I think this kind of thing works? No probably not, but what can it hurt. Id like to say I wished for something big, something grand, something important. But the truth is, I wished for something selfish, petty, stupid. But I wished for something that I want as much as anything right now. What is this thing you ask? Well now, if I told you then it just wouldn’t come true, silly.

Nawlins

Well, we’ve got another trip on the books. Another good trip. Wednesday morning I left for indy to meet up with Hans, Dan and Greg. The ride down had a little turbulence, but nothing too major. I met up with hans and chilled at his place for a bit before we picked up dan and greg. Late Wednesday night/Thursday morning we left for Aunt Mary and Uncle Tony’s house in Mobile. The drive down was rather uneventful as I slept away most of it. We detoured over to Pensacola beach before heading to mobile simply because we could. The beach was chilly, but as beautiful as the first time we stopped a few short months ago. We walked out on the peer and threw coins into the ocean. I wished for the things I want most and hoped for the Atlantic to grant those wishes.

After the beach we headed over to get some food before leaving the area. We stopped at a BK and while waiting for my compadres to get out of the car I noticed a group of severely underaged girls trying to get my attention from their car. They waved and smiled and blew kisses to which I only smiled back. While 15 year olds have been my type in the past, im moving on up now days. The rest of the lunch was not quite as exciting. We left BK and headed for mobile.

Upon walking in the door, we got the famous uncle tony greeting: “You boys want a beer?” After settling in for a few minutes, we took UT up on his beer offer. The night was young and we had no idea what we were in for. Uncle Tony headed to the store and came back with a fresh handle of Crown Royal and another of Cuervo and the rest is history. Just kiddin. We spent the night drinking in good, scratch that, great company. As we progressed into the night, the idea of playing rock band came up. This had to be our best idea. If ive ever seen a great band, I saw one that night. If nothing else, you can certainly say we entertained. After rock band died down, it was time for shots. What a great idea Uncle Tony (I blame you). Well the rest of the night was fast and unmemorable. I spent some time talking to greg before apparently putting hans to bed and going to sleep myself.

I woke up in the morning to what turned out to be a fantastic morning. I felt fine, went up stairs, showered, drank water, felt like I was going to vomit, vomited. Chilled for a while, vomited. Laid down, drank water, felt like poop, made myself vomit. Vomited. Got ready to go to New Orleans. Vomited. Then I felt terrible the rest of the day.

When we got to new Orleans we checked into our hotel and hung out for a little while. Then we headed down to bourbon street to get some authentic Cajun food. The food was delicious. There were approximately 139 billion drunk people on the streets already even though it was about 7 oclock. We headed back to our hotel to start our pregaming. As soon as I started drinking, I realized this was not going to work out very well for me. I quickly gave up on the idea of getting drunk but set out to have a good time anyways. We set our sights on Jackson square in the French quarter and finally made it there after about a 30 minute walk from our parking spot. The square was packed with people and we waited for the midnight crawfish dropping and firework show. Unfortunately I missed out on my new years kiss. I was doing my best to find the girl with the lowest self-esteem, but they all seemed to think they were too good for me.

After the firework show we walked down to bourbon st for some revelry and shenanigans. We walked up and down the street and checked out the scene. The street was packed and provided a good time for a little while before I decided it was time to head out of there. Greg and I walked back to the car and headed for the hotel leaving Dan and Hans to fend for themselves.

The next morning we woke up to the cleaning lady banging down our door. We left the hotel and got on the road back to mobile. After stopping for lunch at the worlds busiest (and full of hot girls) wendys, we made it back to the house. Worn out from the previous two nights we decided to take it easy this time. We checked out mobiles night life and walked around a couple of their park areas. The night life was far from bumping, which was to be expected the night after new years eve. There were some cool clubs and bars though that looked like they would be fun on another night. Now im laying in bed unable to sleep and therefore writing this. Hope you enjoyed.