OK so he keeps telling me about the French Quarter and certain escapades he has had (he’s supposed to pack knee-pad). So haven’t heard from him in a few days, understandable, since Isaac rolled into town last week. What I am more worried about is that its Southern Decadence this week. (Shaking head) What kinda trouble can that boy get himself into?
So the search for Tasty brought me to New Orleans City, I landed on Bourbon Street. There are definite signs of a party having been here, the street sweepers haven’t been through yet.
I next made my way around to the corner of Bourbon and Amitie. I think I am getting closer can’t be sure though, this place is bigger than I realized. But that car in the background looks familiar – see it the booted one. I think that might be his.
Wandering down Canal Street I must of taken a wrong turn, its getting a little dark at this point. I came upon this sign warning that the swamp is dangerous. And damn if I didn’t’ see a LARGE snake. Babe Tasty, hun, Love ya but if your out there, your on your own.
OK its getting late, one more place to look, down by the water I heard there is a club on the beach. Made my way along the winding streets and found “the real Rock Club” nice place, but dang saw one LARGE gator on the beach.
Ok so I still haven’t found him and its getting late. All I can say is he better have some good stories to tell and even better pictures <evil grin>
Daddy Bear over and out.