Sunday, March 30, 2008
Easter Sunday we all went out to the Chicken Coop in Hammond, LA. It's this amazing old coop that dudes built a bowl in. Right now the bowl is layered in wood until they can raise the cash to get a final layer. SO SEND THEM FOOLS $! This thing is so much fun.
Its 5 foot in the shallow and 8 foot in the deep-end, complete with door and bank/channel. Like I said, SO SICK.
After skating, it was straight to Coop's for more southern home cookin! Fried chicken that will make you cry its so fuckin good.
The next day Sandy and I crossed the Mississippi river.
While on the boat Sandy said, "Hey, thats the dude from Talladega Nights. Whats his name? The dude that played Cal Naughton, Jr." She then pointed out John C. Reilly and his family. Pretty sick.
Fried Alligator tail?
Taste like shrimp and chicken together.
Pick your poison...
...but we could only afford one. Everyone says SF is expensive?
Our last night in town Sandy and I went out solo. We went back to the Blacksmith Bar, the oldest bar in the US, and enjoyed some music and local brews.
Beers and whiskey by candle light. Abita, a local LA brew, was something new on this trip I had never tried before. The Abita Amber was the jam.
Our last stop of the night was the hot dog guy. It wasn't wrapped in bacon, but still did the job.
Our last meal in town, Turkey Po-boy and a Dixie Brew (my new favorite beer). Our concussion: New Orleans was a blast!
On that note... it was off to the airport.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
This is Adam, the bunny that organized the entire weekend. We met up with him and a gang of dudes walking on the street and he took us to Humidity skate shop. After checking out the shop it was straight to the bar.
Our second room in the same hotel.
The view from our hotel room door.
Went over to Mox and Marr's hotel to meet up with them.
Black eye Marr man.
Fred-lock told me the only time he blacked out on the trip he woke up in the VIP room of a strip club with two hot strippers and a bottle of cheap champagne.
Hutch hooked up a ride to a Grindline park in Hammond, LA. Thanks Hutch!
There were kids posted up all over the park... sitting on stuff. It was rad.
Then, back to the R...
On these things.
The crawdad line wrapped around the block.
Then it was Underskatement time via Dave Franklin.
The next day we went to Dave and Mickey's hotel and drank beer by the pool waiting for the rednecks to get out of the hot tub.
Then... it was dinner time.
Our table was Me, Sandy, Mickey, Dave and Maria.
Mickey was dubbed "Porn Jacket" by our waitress.
Marr was voted best mustache in the gang.
After dinner we went to the Balcony Bar on Magazine Street. The place is sick, its super big. Pool tables, two bars (one on each floor), food (that we didn't try, might suck) and tons of space. Open til 4am, but thats all bars in New Orleans.
Then it was back to the St. Peters House Hotel (again).
This was the third and final room we stayed in at the St. Peters House. I layed back and watched some TV before passing out. Another great day.