After Vietnamese food, I met back up with Jody & Christa at Harrah’s casino. We walked around for an hour trying to figure out how to play. The machines wouldn’t take our dollar bills. Then we figured out that we have to put at least $5 in. Then it wouldn’t take our $5’s. We almost gave up, then I decided it was time to go down in flames and stuck $10 in there. I pushed some buttons and it gave me more money back. What kind of business is Harrah’s in? The business of losing money or the business of fulfilling dreams?
We walked around trying to find Jody & Christa some cheap, quick food. By that time, there wasn’t much open but Popeyes. But I have to admit, Popeyes makes some dang good food. I love their Jambalaya and lived on that in college. That’s how I think I base my judgement of what good Jambalaya is –by Popeyes. Although, I know I’ve had a couple of Popeyes that tasted like vomit, but when it’s good, it’s great. The one right there in the French Quarter didn’t have Jambalaya though. Only Dirty or Cajun Rice. Every location should have jambalaya IMO …and fried chicken liver!
Jody picked up a Shrimp Po-Boy and that looked great. We brought it back to our hotel and stood in the lobby talking, where we saw an old man without any pants holding onto the luggage rack. I couldn’t tell if his glasses were super thick that made his eyes super wide or if he really was a deer in headlights. We think he might have been in one of those situational comedies where he was hanging with a lady and got locked out of his room. That Popeyes Shrimp Po-Boy tasted really good.
Then we met back up with Jay where he was doing sound at One Eyed Jack’s for Dax Riggs. That was a fun show. After, we stumbled around for more food. There really isn’t much open, except Arby’s. Two years ago, Rusty totally Hasselhoff’d on Arby’s down in the Big Easy. He was dipping his fries and roast beef sandwich in the Horsey sauce that got on his bed. Good thing the line was crazy long at Arby’s this time. It could’ve been Hoff Deux. Not that I wasn’t ready to videotape it.
There’s this weird illusion when you wake up and open the windows at the St. James Hotel. You see your reflection from the building across the street and think you’re in the Twilight Zone. It freaked us out.