Whiskey, Titties, and a Muffuletta

I woke up from a nap in the middle seat on my Southwest flight to see a little kid, probably about a year old, smiling me at me. That two-hour nap would be the most sleep I got for about 2 days. I decided to make some silly faces at the kid, who then answered with some silly faces of his own. I tried to high five him, but I don’t think he understood the concept and instead tried to put my hand in his mouth. This was the start of a whirlwind 24 hours in New Orleans. The plane touched down and I grabbed a cab to head into the city. I was suppose to pick up a rental car, but apparently they do road construction on Saturdays in New Orleans and the traffic on my 16 mile trip was absolutely brutal. So by the time I got to the rental car company it was closed and after sitting in traffic for an hour and a half, a driver who didn’t know where he was going, and quickly realizing I’m already out of money for my trip, I had a brief meltdown.

I collected myself, met up with the bossman Rifko, checked into the hotel, and met the rest of the guys I was working with that night. I had worked with my buddy Eljah before, but the rest we’re new to me. Turns out that one of the guys, Adam, was celebrating his 21st birthday. Needless to say, we all got a little more pumped for the evening. We had a little down time before our event, so Elijah and I snuck off to grab a drink. In New Orleans they serve alcohol 24/7 and you can drink in the streets. It’s kind of like the Vegas of the south in a way, except with more culture, better food, good music, and all around just way cooler. After pouring a few tequila drinks, my frustration and exhaustion subsided and was replaced by that joyous feeling you get from a good buzz. After a few drinks, some food, and good conversation we all got ready for the event.

I work a lot of different jobs. It’s a constant juggling act between everything I do. But one of my favorite gigs is working for a company called Oysters XO. My boss and friend Rifko devised the company, and what we do is walk around parties and events and shuck fresh oysters for people. It’s essentially a mobile raw bar. It’s all about the interaction with the guests and giving them a great experience. It’s a lot of fun and I get to work some pretty spectacular events. This one happened to be a wedding at the New Orleans Country Club. It was am absolutely gorgeous night. The bride and groom we’re a young couple and everyone there was so nice. After a few hours of sharing oysters and drinks we were done.

The chef at the country club suggested we go to dinner at a local spot in the French Quarter and it couldn’t have been more perfect. We’re a pretty fun, lively group who likes to have a good time and mix it up, and aside from having phenomenal food the staff at the restaurant was much the same way. We bonded over bullet rye, rapey mustaches, and all around savagery. I love going cities, talking to people, going off the beaten path and mixing it up with local characters. And New Orleans is the perfect place to do just that. There’s really no place like it in this country. It has it’s own identity; it’s own pulse, more than any other city. The mixture of history, culture, food, music, and people combine in such a way that just celebrates life. You can’t help but feel your soul come alive there.

After dinner we went to some local bar that the chef also suggested. He was there when we showed up and bought us a round. I’m not sure if it was the drinking or the lack of sleep in the past two days, but I started to feel it. But I got another wind when the bartender gave us all coupons for free entry to a strip club on Bourbon Street. So it was off to see some titties! True fact, I have ended up at a strip club every single time I’ve been in New Orleans. We got it, hit the ATM, and positioned ourselves accordingly. This is where things start to get fuzzy for me. Not even some titties in my face could fight off the exhaustion anymore. In my drunken state I somehow wondered back to the hotel and managed to take my pants off before I passed out on top of the bed.

I woke up shortly before check out and somehow managed to get in the shower. At this point I’m pretty sure I was still drunk from the night before. I parted ways with the rest of the guys and stopped by Central Grocery on Decatur for one of their muffuletta sandwiches. It’s one of my favorite things in the world to eat and no one makes it better then them. I finally then picked up my rental car and hit the road. Ten hours later I made it to Tampa, my destination for the night. I’m now in Miami for two weeks to work and check out the modeling market here. I’ll update more as things start to unfold.

Mike