Okay, so I had to go here for a pre-Mardi Gras "pump up."
I lived in NOLA in '07 and felt like reminiscing...or something. Actually, I just wanted alcohol. NEEDED alcohol. After going to a janky STD-ridden titter I just wanted booze. So my friends and I shared a few huge ass drinks. I personally got the Pina Colada with an extra shot of everclear (I like tropical, girly flavors - sue me). It took a few miles of walking to finish those babies.
These things remind me of my nights (and days...and early mornings...) on Bourbon Street. Even the times I drank a test tube shot of whatever either straight or from some girls mouth or funbags.
It was perfect. The test tube sits in there upside down and doesn't really come out until the VERY end and then it's pretty much ALL alcohol, buddy.
But ohhhh, how I needed it.
I just wish they had Hand Grenades. Real ones. But then I realized...that's why I love Bourbon Street so much!
The people there are super nice.
Dear Nola: See you soon. Woohoo.