We made it to New Orleans. Wednesday night we camped at David Crockett State Park south of Nashville, a place with lots of fireflies and no one else bold (or dumb) enough trying to sleep without an air conditioner. The humidity was intense, but we made the most of it with a little fire and a few sips of Port Wine. We all went to bed early, but no one slept well.
Thursday it was on the road. We made it down to Bama, to the Birmingham Civil Rights Institute -- a must see -- and got some help getting around a traffic jam from a friendly local gentleman. After that we drove hard on the 59 west. This is our only scheduled backtrack and we didn't take the scenic route, blowing down through the earthy lush corridors of Mississippi and into French-friendly Louisianna at top speeds. Four states in one day; just find a trucker who's balling it and get behind the mule.
Aunty Sheena comes through on the phone (I'd just left her a message before) and we've got a place to stay, so we visit for a moment, shower and head out to the quarter. It's around midnight and I'm in a crappy mood because I was in the zone and did a lot of driving and didn't take a nap, but we make it there and a beer and a slice of pizza bring me back around.
Bourbon street is kind of slow. There's action in the clubs, but at midnight on a thursday, there's not a lot happening in the streets. Just drunken northerners wandering aimlessly around packs of 6'6" rail-thin black transvestites and a few gruff barkers trying to hustle pudgy jocks with mardi-gras beads and giant fruit drinks into the strip clubs. It feels like the mother of all tourist traps, though that may have also been the $4 slice of pizza.
But we walk it because we have to walk it, and we cruise around to Molly's on Decateur, which seems to have some real people, and where $4 will get you an awfully large glass of Turkey. We park it there for a little while, shoot the shit, move into the back bar, which is actually in a courtyard, so no AC but much better music.
The way home was confusing. I wandered off to get a hot dog and we got separated, and then when we got back together there was some altercation arising from my inability to tell when Mark is joking and when he isn't. C'est la vie. Luke and I stay up until dawn talking about trade policy and whether or not to abolish or reform the corporation as a legal form. Another prime night.
Tonight will be cuisine and music, out on the town with Sheena.