|New Orleans is like a nice kind of Hell – full of fun loving sinners and no fire – just lots of hot sauce and sweating that can be extinguished by drinking. This is what I hope Hell is like because some sober Christians tell me I’m going there some day. So I better get busy getting acclimated.|
I hope, if I do go to Hell, there will be fun people like my buddy Jimmy, the RV Bunny and all the revelers in New Orleans. Because they could make even Hell pretty dam fun. I expect they will be there.
New Orleans is “not befuddled by middle class morality”. Even a hurricane couldn’t flush out all the dysfunction, corruption and good fun. Although many of the locals claim it helped. The French Quarter stayed pretty high and dry during the hurricane.
New Orleans remains pretty Hell bent on having a great time. I wouldn’t live there. But I sure as Hell did party there.
I think Jimmy liked New Orleans too, until he got sick and had to fly home early. I don’t think he had yet fully recovered from his year in Panama. I do think that too much fun can be more dangerous than too much work.
The Real Heart of New Orleans – the Frenchman Street Neighborhood
Bourbon Street in the French Quarter has become an obnoxious adult amusement park, much like Duval Street in Key West. Â Yet all travelers need to walk Bourbon Street to experience its loud raunchy ambience for themselves. But when you’re ready to move on and up for the real music hipster scene, visit the Frenchman Street neighborhood. It’s just West of the French Quarter near the Mississippi River. The Apple Barrel, with its fantastic live jazz and blues, is at the heart of this real deal music scene.
Mr. Rabbit and the RV Bunny
I met the “RV Bunny” my first night in the French Quarter. She was a ragin’ Cajun from the swampy Bayous of Louisiana who had just moved to New Orleans to work as a shot girl. This is our story:
The Happy Tails of the RV Bunny and Mr. Rabbit
Bunny was a bouncy shot girl on Bourbon Street. Then one night Mr. Rabbit came hopping into the bar. He and Bunny got along real good like rabbits do. Soon Bunny was spending lots of time in Mr. Rabbit’s big bunny mobile. Bunny and Mr. Rabbit had lots of fun hopping around together.
But when Bunny did go to work she was drinking most of the shots. Bunny lost her job. So Mr. Rabbit invited Bunny to hop on down the happy trail in the bunny mobile.
Bunny was a fun loving Raggin’ Cajun, so she hopped on board. On the trail they saw the destruction of New Orleans, Plantation Mansions on the Mississippi, the fattest people in the world, a live crucifixion, an oyster bar, the Redneck Riviera and a B 52 Bomber.
Hop along and follow their tails.
Next Stop – New Orleans Apocalypse