Friday, January 1, 2010

A NOLA New Years Eve

New year turned out to be in 2 halfs. we spent the day in glorious sunshine for once sat by our friend Joe "dont dis-respect me" rug's trailer eating BBQ and yes you've guessed it , drinking more 'yellow' beer. A full time hobby round these parts.

An entertaining afternoon it turned out to be with messing round with the dogs, trying to catch floating debris for Joe to burn and enough funny banter to keep us chuckling , still.

Of course drinking in the the sun in the afternoon leads to early hangovers and so to combat this we dove into the remaining xmas booze and readied ourselves for the evening in town.

Around 10 o'clock we got the bus into town, by this time the French Quarter was already heaving and more hectic than we could have possibly imagined.
Learning from our previous visit to the area we went prepared complete with a couple of beers and a bottle of rum ( decanted into a sprite bottle and wrapped in a brown paper bag...classy ) To our joy and suprise the cheap tinnies we found later where also dispensed in such a manner. Another one our American dreams realised!

Nothing else we have experienced quite prepared us for the melee that is New Orleans on New Years Eve. The crowds, the drunkeness, the noise, the freaks and general kaos. What a hilarious night it turned out to be.

After walking around the area taking in the sights for a while, including New Orleans finest N.O.P.D hanging around, just smoking cigars....and nothing else..seriously.. you could have taken their cars if they weren't being used to prop up their ample behinds.. We settled on a spot on Jackson square to see the new year in.

What a great spot to watch it all go on, those blurs are actually two blokes dancing, they definalty had the moves and would soon launch themselves over the edge..!!
The New Year was counted in by various local dignatries and local artist who had previously been entertaining the throng..and is commemerated by the dropping of a Gumbo pot from the top of the JAX brewery..This was hidden by a tree and the thing is so small i'm sure it's just a way of getting the out-of-towners to look up so the locals can rifle your pockets..(don't quote me on that..I might have made it up)

shortly after twelve....

The mass's all left Jackson Square and headed up to Bourbon St, we had no choice but to follow. By 1 am we found ourselves parked up outside a restraunt with fresh paper bags in complete awe of the sights and sounds.

This whole situation was compounded by the fact that the entire student and local populations of both Florida Gators and Cincinnatti Wildcats ( College football..not soccer as we are constantly reminded) also decended upon the city for the Annual Sugar Bowl New Years day game.

Unklike the UK where any opportunity to have a brawl with the opposition is taken up with great gusto. The Americans see it as a "game" for some reason and at worst might chant at the opposition supporters..well scary as none of them can sing..esp at 1am NYE...They love it too.. everyone is well keen..

The locals we met seemed to be doing the same as us and mainly watching the progress of the evening and after a few drunken chats. Including one guy telling his girlfriend not to take a drink from us..(the paper bag was giving off all the wrong vibes) we decided that it might be time to find a bar off the main drag to hole up in for a few hours.....and boy did we acheive that..!!!
Ok..this might take some explaining...The bar we found (The Round up ) was just off Bourbon st. This place was just an open doorway into a dimmly light room .

We were intrigued...walking around this bar to find a stool we were aware that the clientel were of a different style but could not quite put our fingers on it.

After finding our spot and ordering a $5 pitcher of beer (This was like finding the grail!) it struck us..All the ladies were not what they had, at first appeared.
They had the extra bits..some had not made any real effort with disitinct 5 o'clock shadow and a walk that showed them off for the iron workers they were mon-fri..but some (below) had taken things to a whole new level..see joss's face...quite pleased with himself ..and so he should be ...Alex was a great looking lady...

This place was actually amazing. we managed to meet loads of funny people...The people we really wanted to meet...Freaks....not the generic Americans out for New Year but those on the fringes..They were all really banter and no poncyness or judgment about our paper bag status...just wanted to talk and drink..The bar staff were polite and constantly topped up the pitcher which was sitting infront of the point that we still hadn't finished our second pitcher 4 hours later..

The patrons were a mix of Trannies, gay guys and the odd tourist like ourselves..all having a laugh together on New Year. The way it should be.

It was 530am when we decided to leave..not because it was late..just that the rent boys had started kicking off with the crackheads and we thought it best to leave them to duke it out while we went to complete our New Year with the post booze Kebab..but its ok.. they're Gyro over here..much really.!!
Egg rating: a hilarious minus 8/9

Belated..but never the less Merry Xmas

As with all things and this blog we are running a little behind schedule but Clone industries would like to extend belated seasons greetings to all egg lovers out there.

As you can see . We prepared for xmas by filling the fridge full of beer. I must mention that this is the picture of the second load of beer in the fridge..we .. Ahem....neglected to take into account, not only our capacity for beer but also our new friends and neighbours..

Xmas on the trailer park was heralded by a double rainbow...isn't that nice.
Xmas eve was brought to you by the letters M.I.L.L.E.R. and stupid faces care of clone .
The evening started , as most round here do, with the idle threat of BBQ..but Joe your friendly neighbourhood New Yorker.."gets things done"..and we ate like kings a huge mix of pork,steak,chicken and burgers...Followed by a trip up to the parks bar for a few with some of the other locals.
But of course we could't possibly leave it there....Oh no ....we had to go back to our trailer for one more..well...a few more..maybe even a few more than that..put it this way...remember that fridge..empty again!

Oh forgot the other sponsor for the evening. Michelob. Opening techique demonstrated skillfully here by clone.

Nursing hangovers from the past few days. Xmas day was filled with soothing White Russians..MMmmmmm..Milky goodness.
Whilst the morning was taken up dealing with the foriegn office on very important matters of state. We still managed to keep it Creole with our breakfast of Cajun Crab..on bagle with Cream cheese.( a new tradition was started here)

Due to the "oven" being the size of a matchbox we were unable to roast up any decent sized bird..We were forced to improvise..and, as true carnivors, opted for the Steak with Potato and the best stuffing we could find. (see mum. wouldn't say it was the best or you might not make the good stuff for joss again) Crawfish and corn basically Surf and turf.
Fortunately, we found sprouts and were able to keep the other tradition alive.. fried in butter with maple flavoured bacon...indulgent.!
We are still to eat the dessert of cherry pie as our distended bellies objected.
After several days holed up feeling quite sorry for ourselves was once agin time to venture out into town..The Listings pages were rifled through for a suitable gig and we came across a stonker.
The Palmetto Bug Stompers with (non other than) Washboard Chaz..
Unable to contain our excitement at such an astonishingly titled band we set off with great haste to the D.B.A. Bar on Frenchman st.
This was quite a cool little bar frequented by mainly locals but it also looks like Sunday night is also mother an daughters night.Quite bizarre.
The band were great, their laid back stylings and seemingly improvised set (including complete randoms who just went to the bar for a drink taking their place amongst the band to play clarinet and sing at points)..just to add to this atmosphere. The bass player turned up half way through the second was highly amusing seeing him try to slip on stage unnoticed carrying a double bass...well sneaky!
Washboard Chaz is Joss' new idol..sleeply scratching away at his washboard adorned with shop bells and other odd sound making devices clearly found in the street. He provided the perfect accompanyment to the bouncy Jazz played by his Bug Stompers.
As an aside: also quite cool to see . that people go out to dance..not like in a club. but pairs...mostly of the opposite sex...some really cool moves...some...well.....Mr Stripy shirt missed the point and the beat ..Bless

Egg rating: a FAT minus 5 to a boozy minus 6 egg all week..hows that for pure joy!