  I woke up very angry on Saturday, angry for a lot of reasons, actually. First and foremost was the previous night's problem with Wade, and the fact that we had a complaint against our room. I guess some of these idiots just don't get it, that if indeed we get room charges against us, it goes on my credit, not theirs. I think thats what really gets my goat. I was also pissed because I knew someone had fucking coke the night before, and that shit does not fly on my watch. Not that I give a shit what other people are doing, but something like that is not something to fuck around with. And since PJ and Drumm stayed up all night, I figured it was the old culprit. I guess I was partially disappointed that Drumm had done it, mostly because it was exactly that shit that fucked him up in college. Anyway, I need beignets and I wanted to walk. Unfortunately, Drumm was just coming up, so he tagged along. I really wish I was by myself, so I could just let everything diffuse out of me, but no such luck. The beignets were great, I stunk to high hell, and Drumm wanted to go to an Urban Outfitters. Not to be a style-Nazi, but I think Urban Outfitters is the downfall of society and responsible for evil trends such as trucker hats and funny t-shirts. and Drumm is like the epitome of a metrosexual, boston flavor. thats part of the reason i still think he's bumping candy, which i talked to dave about, but now i'm not worrying about, because its not my life.
the best part of the day was getting rich a XXXL shirt that he'd been talking about the night before. We wanted this one with all these kittens in like masks, and on the back it had their backs and buttholes, but that one only came in XXL. The XXXL one we found was some stupid crawfish t-shirt, but it was knee-length and thats what mattered.
we got back to the hotel, and presented Rich with his absolutely awesome t-shirt. Then, when Wade started trying to recount the night, I yelled at him for being a dumbass and forgetting his room key, also mentioning that we got a room complaint, compliments of his behavior. of course, he won't take responsibility, which i've come to expect, so i let it go. let it be known though, next year, my room will have myself and my date in it, for i will most certainly be bringing a date next year, just to avoid the situation of having anybody else in my room. not to mention, i may stay at a completely different hotel to avoid any incidents at all. Charlotte was really sick that day from the night before, so I feel really bad that they didn't get to go on our next adventure, the Garden District, via Streetcar.
It was fun, except the Streetcar lady kept yelling at us to pay up, etc and she was super-freaky. and loud. best combination of a woman = large + loud + black - makes for an interesting day. it was hot again, and we got off at Washington st. to check out some cemetary. We brought the bullhorn too, which I knew could turn into serious trouble if Wade and Rich just begin to blatantly disregard people around them, which is their specialty.
Charles and Krisy headed back to the hotel because they were hot/tired/hungry or something like that. sometimes Krisy can be really annoying. and this was one of those times where everyone looked at me like a fucking tour guide. god i was pissed, so i said, "do whatever you want! " and started to walk towards the opposite direction. its like the retards don't want direction until there's some sort of dissent in the group. what a headache! So instead of walking around a cemetary, we hid on Wade and he sort of bought it. The residents of that area looked absolutely confused/pissed that we were fucking around in their neighborhood, but whatever. Then, we turned on the camera, gave rich the bullhorn, and started shooting a weird little clip about a photo shoot. god it was hilarious, especially with rich barking out orders in a super-long t-shirt, holding a half-eaten sub from subway in his hand. the footage will be up soon, probably on urlLink www.allwomenaredead.com , so keep your eyes open for it. after that, we just walked around from house to house, remarking about how beautiful they all were. we ended up at a starbucks because everyone needed some sort of refreshment. after cooling off/resting for a while, it started to rain outside, and not just rain, i mean deluge, monsoon-style rain.
so josh, dave and sarah started dancing in it, which was funny. we got some great shots of it. at one point, a flash of lightning hit, and josh freaked, then the thunder hit and he ran back under the awning. it was so funny! good thing we got it on tape! anyway, after that, we all regrouped, grabbed a bunch of garbage bags for ponchos, and began the slow trudge back to the trolley line, all the while with rich yelling "Beellllll buaaall llll billlll" and "Save Union Jobs" out of the bullhorn. Christ, that thing rules, but when its in Rich's hand, not in Wade's hand. So we all loaded up on the trolley and headed back to the hotel for our final dinner. well, in the meantime, i guess Jared, Charlotte and Charles went and had a few beers, and some food somewhere around the hotel. I was glad to see everyone was up and about. so, after an arduous trolley ride, where the thing stopped a bunch of times, we finally got back. not after wade had a funny encounter with some little girl - which was awesome! anyway, we got back and showered up for dinner. dinner that night was at the Crescent City Brewery. I had on a nice white polo with a beautiful pair of Madras pants.
I wish I had a blue blazer, but I wasn't too concerned about all that - it was way too hot. So we all walked down to the restaurant, only they didn't have the reservation, even though Jared made it like a month ago and gave them his credit card! i hope he checked the credit card! but anyway, i was pissed, so i walked to the next place, asked if they could take 12 people (they said yes) and started directing everyone that way. Then, magically (wink wink) the original place had a space that opened up. What a bunch of shit - I was so mad.
And so was Jared, only he was like Silent Mad, which is when Jared becomes scary rock god mad. It was pretty funny, I'm glad someone else was mad besides me... Dinner was awesome - the stuffed porkchop was great, the ribs were tasty, and those cheddar chipotle potatoes rule supremely. creamed spinach - ehhhhhh... In classic form, we fanned out the check to make it look beautifully, and it did (check the pictures at urlLink http://jessenull.fotopages.com ). After dinner, we headed up next to the Old Miss, the Old Man himself, for a little something that Jared and I had prepared.
It was great - Friendship Jeopardy had finally reared its ugly head, and I was so excited! I think it was great, and there's no question Charles was the winner of the match. I wish we'd gotten a lot more participation, but whatever, the enthusiasm was excellent. After that, we dove into one of those hurricane huts that was pretty much empty. we picked up a couple of huge beers and spread out in the back to relax and digest. it was really quiet, so we decided to use it as our speech hall. now, i'm not one to toot my horn, but my speeches are very corporate, direct and visionary in style. but Sarah J's speech was one of the best I've heard in years. Wade's was good too, especially since he acknowledged that we'll never let him do anything to help with the canteen. We stayed eerily quiet about the induction of Dave into the Canteen Executive Committee (as a junior member).
My speech was off the cuff, I had to improvise because I left the copy down in my car. It was cool though, I think mine was fun. Usually, I end it, but I guess Drumm and Charles had other thoughts. Charles was great because he got caught up and just yelled "Goulet! " After that, we just fanned out on the strip near Frenchman Esplanade and just sort of did our own thing. I went to my favorite reggae bar, and they were playing my favorite song by the Scientist, but everyone got corralled outside for apparently no reason. It was late though, and we were a ways from the hotel, so I concurred. Except that Rich told us to leave him. So we did and went to the bar that Josh, Sarah and KW were at. I hated that bar - too many people trying to be 80's freaks. Annoying. So I walked out and went to an open bar that was empty. There was my home base, and I sat down, and got a gin and tonic.
I was not about to let others have all the fun - I needed to get drunk and let loose. I put some tunes into the jukebox and just set up shop. PJ was on her own, but I"m sure Dave and Drumm could shadow her like shadows. I didn't want to have a conversation, I didn't want anything but to reflect and think forward. Lots of thoughts, mostly about where the hell I was. The Canteen always forces me to put myself in perspective.
It drives me batty. But whatever, I left that bar, mostly because Rich didn't know when he flew out on Sunday and I was super-tired. So we got back, looked up his info., rocked out to the Postal Service for a bit, and then I passed out. I was so fucking tired. I heard everybody else headed to the Hustler club. Good luck and god speed, but I had to wake up in 5 hours to take Rich to the airport. What a pain in the ass. Meeaaauuulllll Biaaalllllllll Huuuuaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!! Cory Hold the phone, I just got a message from Charles Evans - he's back in Houston! 
