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Restaurant with a great view of the Grand Tetons

This is where we had steaks. Chris also made steaks in the apartment that were just actually little bit better. Watch out Bourbon Street. Chris broiled them in the oven on a super-seasoned iron skillet and then he super-seasoned the steaks with New Orleans-style stuff in a little can. Mmmm! Amy said she was going to fix me steaks. So far, no steaks. What’s up with that?

Texting Texting Texting

Chris in his natural environment. He’s always either: (a) answering work questions on the Blackberry; or (b) text messaging Autumn and Logan (to find out if his Legos are crap).

Scary Tour Guide

One night, we went on the Haunted New Orleans Tour. Scaarryy!

Super Scary Shadow

Super Scary Andrew Johnson

This guy was the scariest on the tour. He once evicted millions of men, women, and children from Georgia, sending them on the Trail of Tears. Jerk.

Scary Stop on Haunted Tour

Nick Cage

The lady that lived in this house chained her slaves to the kitchen stove and tortured and killed people during dinner parties. America’s first Martha Stewart.

Scary Abandoned Amusement Park

Not on the tour, but should be. Creepy abandoned amusement park. Chris said it was a disaster of civic planning. People were dropping their kids of with summer passes, because it was cheaper than daycare. Now it’s full of rats and snakes… and creepy midway stuffed animals.

Brad

You can tell these two are real hippies for sure. They had their gas lanterns turned off. To save energy, no doubt. But, then they do have all those kids to feed and clothe.

Great place New Orleans. Still pretty messed up from Hurricane Katrina. I’ll ad some more pics when I can. And, oh yeah, we had beniets like three times at Cafe du Monde. Made my hands sticky the whole first day, but well worth it. Last time someone made beniets at home, four little punk neices and nephews ate every last one while I was still asleep. You know who you are, and I will not forget it. And we went to Dragos for charbroiled oysters. Wow. And we went to Two Sisters or something like that for a big huge breakfast. I cracked a waiter up at Two Sisters. Chris tripped on the stairs and saved himself from breaking his neck. I said, “Man, we almost had a lawsuit!” And the waiter just laughed and laughed and laughed… white people. They had really good omelets, bacon, biscuits with jam, sausage, potatoes, pecan pie, and coconut cake, and coffee… and I had ate all of it… some things I had seconds. Ooh… I feel full just thinking about it. Chris is the best host in the world. We saw all kinds of stuff, and I even got to sit in on two meetings like I actually had a real full time job… with none of the stress. I just kept nodding my head, “Mmm hmmm. Yes.”

Lessons learned: Always take pictures of the food before you start chowing down (i.e., ruin the presentation). Never pass up a steak. Sometimes people don’t know where Mardi Gras World is, even if it is in their own neighborhood. Don’t pay all your money out to a no bid government contractor in one lump sum before they do any work. If your little buzzy thing doesn’t go off after waiting at the restaurant for like an hour… maybe it’s broken. Don’t be afraid to go to a voodoo shop… even if your wife tells you like twenty times… “Stay away from the voodoo!” Mom’s voodoo charm helped her find her ice-gripper that she lost on her walk. Go figure. If Ray Nagin says, “Leave!”, leave. Hollywood can really make a realistic looking ferry explosion. The guy who founded Mardis Gras World is really pretty light on his feet. Denzel Washington always plays basically the same guy. Don’t mess with mother nature. No matter what your architect says, a trapezoidal roof is never a good idea. Houses float. Movies actually look pretty good on an iPod. Construction management software looks really, really, boring. New Orleans wedding parties have parades with brass bands. It is a small world, because a guy with a steel guitar will find another guy who plays washboard… it will hapen… and it’s magic. Whatever.

Now, how long would it take me to ride my bike to New Orleans… hmmm?