Okay, as I said in my last post this may not make much sense and may not be 100% factual. It’s been 8 months and LOTS of booze since then, so I’ll just give you what I remember and embellish and make logical inferences from there.

I remember going to IHOP for breakfast that morning. After that was done, we went to some sporting goods store (something like Dick’s, but I can’t recall the actual name) to look for flags for the truck. Getting vehicle flags AFTER you’ve arrived for the game is like unzipping after you take a piss, but whatever. I gave in by rationalizing that we weren’t actually in New Orleans, so we could fly the colors on the way into town. Well let’s see – we’re in Louisiana, but not in the town where the game will actually be played. We’re in Louisiana, where they have this little school called LSU that happens to be playing for the National Championship. Next week. In the same city Georgia’s playing their bowl game. Yeah, nothing but purple and gold, with a healthy leavening of Saints gear, as far as the eye can see. Whit asked one of the stock boys if they had any Georgia gear and he looked at her like she asked him if she could shit in the aisle. Nice one, baby! Well, it’s her first game (as an adopted fan) so she gets the pass.

We leave in plenty of time to get to New Orleans. I told her that I wanted at least 3 hours to park, eat and troll Bourbon St. The only other time I was in New Orleans was when I was in the Corps, for a day, on business. I was afraid I’d missed my chance at the One True Happiness, so I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss out this time. You know, in case it wouldn’t ever occur to me to come back. We got there in perfect time and then drove around a bit trying to find parking (which wasn’t as hard as I thought), then an ATM because I didn’t think to get any cash to pay for said parking (which was more difficult than I thought it would be). We briefly considered parking in the Auto Zone parking lot (which wasn’t explicitly off-limits, and apparently free), but when I saw the sign for the French Quarter pointing in the other direction I killed that idea. So we finally found an ATM, which I had to jump out and use while Whit waited in traffic. Aside, God bless the girl, but she found the idea of going around the block (if traffic actually moved) foreign. I love my Small Town Girl. read this entry »

Looky here, it’s only been about 8 months since my last post. I have reasons, most of which aren’t good, but I’ll blame work and moving and all sorts of other stuff you’d all rather not hear. Mainly, I don’t know if I was in a six month long existential funk and finally came out of it, or I just finally have all of my passions converging at once and feel like writing (venting) again. So, lots of posts to come in the near future but I’ll give a brief synopsis of what’s happened since the last post:

January

– Yes, I still owe all of you the conclusion to the Sugar Bowl story. I don’t really recall all of the cool stuff I was going to include, but I’ll hit the high points and embellish what I don’t remember.

April/May

– Got to go to a pretty sweet conference for us lowly government IT-types and have some cool stuff to say about that. Also, on the way back I got word that the EX finally decided to close on her refinancing of the house, so I got me some money. That didn’t last long. Paid off my debts, which was actually a detriment to my credit (oh, there is SUCH a rant coming about that) and then I moved. In with Whit and her heathen, and mine every other week. And we’ve managed not to kill each other. Yet. read this entry »

So, we decided to stay in Houma for New Year’s Eve. It didn’t seem to have a whole lot going for it except that there’s an Outback Steakhouse right across the street from the hotel. Since Whit works for one of the restaurants in that family, we get half off (on our food). This place was almost packed, on an hour wait, and the bar was totally wrapped. I had mixed feelings between the fact that I’d have to wait an hour and wondering why the people there weren’t celebrating New Year’s in a different place. I mean, surely they know of much nicer places off the beaten path, right?

Well, nothing for nothing, we decided we’d sign up the wait and start drinking. With any luck, a spot would open up at the bar and we could swoop in there. So I got a beer and Whit got some fruity something or other and we waited. And waited. After about 45 minutes, we got a spot at the bar. Actually, we saw some people across the bar asking for their check and we went and stood in the aisle between their seats and the booths, hanging over their necks like a couple nonchalant buzzards. At one point, the lady turned to me and said, “We’re going to be leaving soon. You guys can have our seats.” Gee, thanks. I guess we were a LOT more obvious than we thought. It was a little awkward, but fuck it – I’m vacation, I have tickets to the Sugar Bowl, and the world is my oyster; get to steppin’ hooker.

We took a seat and got to chit chatting with our bartenders, Brad and Kacie. They were pretty cool, especially once they found out Whit was in the industry. She worked them pretty good and we got hooked up a little. We took a look at the menu (even I thought it was a little early to start drinking our supper) and found an appetizer, Tassie’s Crawfish, that was manna sent directly from heaven. I swear to you, if you ever find yourself in an Outback with those on the menu ORDER SOME AND GET ONE TO GO. We ate those crawdaddies so quickly and completely that we couldn’t finish our entrees. MMM MMM GOOD!! read this entry »

Yeah, so it’s been over a year since I made a post. I’ve been working on another site that has given me a little bit of notoriety (under a different pseudonym) and has been more focused on what I do for a living. Since I’ve been working my happy little ass off lately, it made sense. Some of you won’t really care about the life of the geek, so I didn’t want to bother you. I’m working on some ideas that can tie them all together, but I’m pretty busy. Anyway….

So, for Christmas my girlfriend Whit proved just how fucking awesome she is by going online and getting us tickets to the Sugar Bowl. For those of you who don’t know, I’m a HUGE Georgia fan – it’s basically the organized religion to which I subscribe. I usually get to attend at least 2 or 3 games Between the Hedges, but this year was just too damned busy (I attended exactly ZERO games). So with all that said, this gift is akin to giving a classic car nut a ’57 Chevy or a computer nut an UltraSparc workstation. All I can say is that I was right in my last post – this girl is nearing perfection. read this entry »