Day 4: New Orleans

Don't worry, I didn't forget about this. I just had a bad wi-fi connection last night.
So, New Orleans...
You can't explain it. I could tell you about it all day and show you pictures and everything, but you don't know what it's really like until you walk down Bourbon Street for yourself. The smells, the music, the sights... I'd never seen a public striptease store. There's about 3 on Bourbon Street. (One time we walked by and there was a group of older people standing outside of it with confused looks on their faces. It was pretty funny.) There's 2 different Hustler Clubs, and thats only the beginning...

If you're reading this, you probably know me pretty well. And you'll know why it was such a big deal for me to find The House of the Rising Sun. Well, we got to the address that I had for it, and there was a bar called "Mango MANGO" there. We walked a few doors down and asked the guy at the Cabaret if he knew where it was. He said that him and some buddies had just looked it up a few days ago. It used to be upstairs from Mango MANGO, but it doesn't exist anymore. But it's still listed under that address. Yeah, go figure.
We then ventured to Decatur Street to find the House of Blues. This is where Eric Clapton became Slowhand, ok? Good news is that I could actually get in, since it was during the day. (At night it's 21+) It is one of the coolest places I've been. It has wicked murals all over the place. I mean, everything is painted some funky color. And the Voodoo Garden is gorgeous. I had no idea that it would be such a nice place.
And then there was Hard Rock Cafe. I cant explain it all, You'll just have to find the pics I post. They had guitars from Clapton, Keith Richards, The Black Crowes, Jeff Beck, Foo Fighters, Sammy Hagar, Lenny Kravitz...it was amazing. And they had a whole wall of The Beatles/ Pink Floyd/ Megadeath. Yeah, it's random.
And upstairs...
I got distracted by the Stones stuff on the staircase. Mom was already upstairs and I hear her "Oh man, you gotta see this stuff...wait till you get up here......(gasp) Oh my God! (laughing) Chrissy, you're gonna pass out!"
I finally turned around and ran up the remaining 4 steps and saw a Led Zeppelin poster. And bukskin coat. Yeah, I was in heaven.
The rest of the stuff up there was (here we go again...) Jimi Hendrix's scarf, Steven Tyler's mic stand scarfish-thingy, Eric Clapton's sweater, Stevie Ray Vaughn's jacket, and Louis Armstrong's trumpet. And that's just the uber important stuff.
Needless to say, I was revved up the rest of the day.