Well..... Lets see where should I start?

To start... We left on Thursday evening and drove straight thru for 16 hours. The drive wasn't too bad, seeing how there were four of us so only four hours a piece.  Upon arriving Friday at our ghetto hotel (The Crescent on Canal) things seemed ok. We were ready to party. But then found that the ghetto hotel was not to our par. Here were a few things we found:  

The beds were trampolines.     

The shower head didn't work.

We moved to a new room.

Trampoline beds again.

Room hadn't been vacuumed in months.

Someone had been shot there- due to the blood splattered pillow.

There was a heroin valve in the FO-air conditioner. It took an hour just to get towels from housekeeping

But despite all of this we were determined to have a good time.

Off to Bourbon Street we headed. Along the way, of course we had to stop at Popeye's for dinner. We danced and wondered thru the shops looking for sex toys and such. he he he Headed to Razoo's for drinks and dancing. (our fav spot) We even taught Steph's husband how to dance. He now sees our music not as... boom boom blah blah but... oh what I could do to someone on the dance floor with this song. LMAO Of course I had to do my dirty little dancing on the stage. And I always have a great time doing that. Somehow, I was slipped something in my drink and don't remember a damn thing. And from what I am told, things got a little out of hand with someone in the crowd trying to take advantage of me. So, the first night we went home early as I was not coherent as to what was going on. For if I was... that guy wouldn't have any teeth at this time as I would have kicked them out and shoved them down his throat. 

Saturday--Man was the hangover bad the next day. But all was good.... Off shopping we went to the French Market. We now have a wide variety of spices and mixes to make some delicious meals for those who come to visit. That is if we can help from making all these awesome dishes at once LOL. We ventured out again that evening to Bourbon Street and visited the Acme restaurant as recommended by the cab driver. We devoured the tasty crawfish, shrimp, oysters and catfish laid upon our table like starving Ethiopians. The search was on again for the ultimate sex toys. We were determined to each bring home one that would be pleasing to us and a partner for play. We danced and listened to some exquisite Jazz that moved the soul. Drank many beers. OH and of course showed my ass waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too many times he he he. Had to get my beads of course you know. Bout killed one old man in a wheel chair, cuz I had no idea he was behind me and I think he definitely go a close up of the beaver. But he was ok with it, he just SMILED... he he he and bout choked on his dentures.  After wondering the streets we decided to call it a night... to come back to the hotel at 4 am and have the housekeeping vacuuming the room next door. Well... Katie didn't really take to that too well. It was just the fuel to the fire of all the other things that weren't right about the ghetto hotel we were staying in. 

Sunday-- Katie decided that she had had enough of the bull shit and was going to the manager. So at 8 am, she and the manager had a talk about the service and what they had lied about on their website with Apollo and she mentioned the fact that she was a travel agent and suddenly things were changing for us. We were to be reimbursed for half our stay. YEAH!!!!!!. Kewl more money for shopping. WE went out for some lunch and shopping again and came back to find that our room keys no longer worked. This really upset Katie... seeing how she had just been there that morning to argue with the manager about the service we were receiving. When talking to the "new" manger about what was said before, we found that the gentleman we had spoke to that morning wasn't even the manager (he was the accountant). This manager did everything she could for us when she found out what had been said earlier that morning and moved us to a suite on the and was going to honor what the other gentleman had promised. So, once again, we were moving. now to our 3rd room. Thank Gawd we didn't unpack everything. We had also found out that the hotel only had 7 of the 17 floors actually working. So being the sneeks that we are... ventured off to the top levels behind locked gates to see what was in store for us. Well we found.... not what we had expected. There was pigeons everywhere and of course bird shit on all the newly laid carpets on the closer levels. But up on the 17th floor we found a much nastier sight to see. Leaking pipes, falling ceilings, plaster falling off the walls and of course pigeons. It was disgusting. But there was one thing that didn't make very much sense to us. At the far end of the 17th floor, they had completely redone and end suite. it was absolutely beautiful. With an awesome view. Apparently there had been someone living up on this floor with all the mess. They had evidently moved out just recently, because there was no dust, the pigeons had yet to invade the space and there were baby toys and clothing still there. The hotel that we were in, had been there for many years and of course it was haunted so we had decided that later that night we would venture thru the hotel on the closed levels with our ghost meter and cams to see what we could find. So, off to the streets again for some dinning. We found a kewl place on Bourbon Street with a balcony and had all you could eat boiled shrimp. It was seasoned just right and extremely juicy. With a side of boiled (hot) potatoes and (extremely hot) corn on the cob. That was one of the best dinners we had. And the atmosphere of the people on the street made if even more enjoyable. This will be a place we visit every time we go to New Orleans. Later, we headed to a convenience store and bought a bottle of Malibu and some coke to have drinks in the room before we went on our adventure on the closed levels of the ghetto hotel. But along the way, I found my ultimate toy kit. I must say I was very pleased LOL. Well... we never got to go on our venture, for Steph and Katie ... well lets just say .... they got in an argument. But luckily they made up before the morning, and boy am I glad of that. I didn't want to be riding 16 hours back with them at each others throats.  It was a quite night that night... but that was ok, I had my Malibu and coke. I went to sleep like a baby.

Monday-- Katie got up that morning and went down to check us out and see the district manager about the reimbursement of our expenses. Upon returning we found that they had not only reimbursed us for half of our stay but were very happily to reimburse us for our entire stay.  We checked out and went to load into the van for our voyage back to Virginia to find that we had never been charged for the parking and had to anti up the mullah for that. That was ok... cuz that meant that our stay only cost us $45 for 3 nights. Not bad huh?

Well... If we had had better service at our ghetto hotel (as they had advertised) the trip I'm sure would have been more pleasing. But none the less... I had a pretty good time. But next year... we will be staying at a hotel ON Bourbon Street. One that we had already picked out this time down there.

I hope you enjoyed sharing our adventure in ghetto land. Please... make sure that one time in your life you can experience the wonderful Bourbon Street. Even if you get a crappy hotel like we did, Bourbon Street will make it ALL GO AWAY!! LMAO