God, I have never asked you for anything before, but please let this happen and please let me be a part of it. Unless there are guys involved, and then fuck that.
My best friend's family has a condo or something about 30 minutes outside of New Orleans. Y'all need to get friends in Orleans. Or sign up for one of those couch surfing websites. There was one my friend had signed up for, it was pretty legit. There was a fairly descriptive rating scale so people could accrue a good reputation and such, making it a pretty safe thing to participate in.
There are only a couple of issues with New Orleans. First, try to catch a cold before you go, that way you can't smell anything. The city smells like a porta john. Seriously. Unless you have a very high heat thresh hold, go in the winter. Because it is too hot and humid to have much fun May-September. Other than that it is a fine place. Assuming it isn't hurricane season. I only say that specifically for Nom, because we know he won't be able to get out. I have no doubt this would turn out like the people that came to Tucker Fest (four cool people, and a bunch of basement dwellers/freaks who have internet friends, because in real life no one wants to be around them).
That was exactly what I was thinking. I don't know whether that would be freakin' hilarious or downright creepy.
Maybe that's b/c it was something called Tucker Fest. That just sounds like a recipe for weirdos. Ah, who am I kidding? I'm probably one of those weirdos. My IRL personality is pretty close to my TiB personality.
My vote is creepy. I mean I'm pushing for for all the Tibettes and just me, which is, admittedly, borderline serial killer creepy.
Jam: I mean, they, they, they make scary movies that start out like that. Trip: Hey, but, but they make porno movies that start out like that too, man.
30 minutes from the happenin' places in New Orleans. I think the place is kinda on the outskirts and it takes about a half hour to get downtown or where ever.
Then it's either Metairie, which would mean you would need Blue Dog because, being from the North Shore, he probably speaks Republican, or it's ghetto, which means you'll need Nom.
Weird. A friend and I were thinking about hitting up New Orleans in September when she has vacation time. I don't mind the smell. It smells like... victory. Plus there's a bar/closet on Bourbon that sells 99 cent beers. If we hit the swamp I want to meet Troy Landry from Swamp People and have Nom wrassle a gator. Also, there are a ton of creepy Tibettes who don't lurk. Just because y'all smell nice doesn't mean I don't put rocks on top of my trash can to keep you creepers out. Like raccoons with vodka breath.
This pretty accurately describes Jennitalia's WDT post quality. Beer number 1! And I forgot to eat! Time to figure out the laziest way to get food, because defrosting things is stupid.
1 hour and 15 minutes left and I am FREEE! Free to go buy some booze, that is. Turns out I'm missing more than I thought to make a long island. We shall see!
An hour and a quarter before you leave, give it an hour to get the booze and get home, another hour to put a couple down and that's, what? a little over 3 hours before you're face down in the gutter?