part one he says, assuming there will be a part two. Pretty optimistic for a guy who's been catching up on work, and studying, and attending a conference, all at the same time.
In the very neighborhood, in the very city, that is LEAST designed for that kind of nose-to-the-grindstone work ethic.
I've a vendor who's attending this conference as well. He's a very nice guy, one with whom, as it turns out, has familial roots in the same sad city in OH that I do. A huge "No shit?!?!?" moment we shared over dinner.
He latched on to my boss and I this morning, and then wanted to buy us lunch. Only we picked possibly the only restaurant in N.O. that's cash only. So he had to borrow money from us to pay for our lunch.
He paid us back when we met him in the lobby to go out to dinner.
Crescent City BrewHouse. limited menu, but you can't choose wrong, cuz everything on there is good. Five kinds of beer, brewed right on the premises, and a location right across the street from the old Jax beer building, and the riverwalk. Fantastic seared Tuna salad and a bowl of gumbo. I was a happy man.
Weather was too nice, after dinner, to NOT take advantage of, three guys from the north like we are. So I played tour guide a bit, we walked off dinner, and our new friend started joking about getting thirsty, about the time we wandered past Bourbon street.
to back track a few hours, after meeting him for the first time, he mentioned his church in the second sentence of our acquaintance. Grammatically, the previous sentence is probably a mess, but I assume it conveys what it needs to.
"Oh, geez, another person I know from small town central PA, who's a little too into their church for my comfort zone."
So, after three tall beers at dinner, and a stroll around the quarter, he comes upon groups of revelers on Bourbon street, and starts making the comments.
Drunk-ish guy sees women type comments.
Seemed kinda stereotypical, really. Religious wholesome guy, turning lecherous after a couple of beers....
There are a lot of gent. clubs on Bourbon street, and each of them had a couple of the dancers hanging out in the doorways of the clubs, while guys stand in the middle of the street handing out discount admission tickets, drink coupons, etc.
Last trip down, one of them told me that if I came into his club, it would change my life.
I was.... dubious.
Anyhow, my boss and I kept walking( been there, done that) as these guys came up to us with their coupons and their vague promises of... I'm not sure what exactly.
Our new friend kept stopping, pointing to the young women in the doorways, making vaguely inappropriate comments.
Finally, he turned to us and said:
"You guys have amazing willpower!"
Not really. We just didn't want to be his excuse to misbehave; and didn't want to spend our limited funds on frustrating ourselves. Perhaps it was 'cuz we were still sober...
We kept walking right back to the hotel lobby, even though another beer and a bathroom sounded pretty good.
"so, you guys calling it a night?" our friend asked us.
as we were standing in the hotel lobby, after passing every excuse to NOT call it a night that you can imagine.
"Uh, yup."
We say our goodbyes, and get on an elevator.
"He's gonna be miserable tomorrow." we laugh to one another, with a certain air of superiority.
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