New Orleans: Night Two

Friday | October 16

Behold: The 64 oz. beer.





Behold: The Alligator Nugget.



While we were on the Bourbon St. by a crazy one-eyed woman who fined us for "Not Enough Hootin' and Hollerin'"...



So we stepped it up a notch...





The bars on Bourbon St. are fun because they all have balconies overlooking the street.

Great for people watching.

(Or, in the case of New Orleans, obese-watching.)





Yuck.



We ended up at a Karoake bar...







Then found some donkeys.





Then bar hopped, picking up several rounds of Hurricanes.








Wheeee!



Our big-brained Felix-friend decided it would be a great idea to stop into Felix's for late-night snacks.



Felix-friend thought a dozen oysters would hit the spot.



Anne and I looked at each other and said gross and started eating saltines.

Felix proceeded to wastedfaced-ly suck down a dozen raw oysters.



Yuck.



We were ready to go. But Felix said "no no no no no, there's more foooooood coming..."

When we asked him what, he swung his head around a few times before saying he couldn't remember.

Anne rolled her eyes and asked the bartender what else Felix had ordered.

He said, "Um....a hamburger.....well-done."

..............

Felix proceeded to unwrap and drop the hamburger on the street before anyone had a chance to enjoy its charred goodness.

Well done Felix. Well done.