Well, there's one thing that the Big Easy recovered quickly with after Katrina. Fun. We dropped into town on Wednesday night and hit Bourbon Street quicker than we could snort beignet powder at Cafe Du Monde. Strippers at club entrances, hockers at every street corner, and heavy duty NOLA drinks plastered us to the hotel floor on the very first night.
But let's just skip all that because this is a family friendly blog. Fast forward. The next day we strolled down Decatur Street and back up Bourbon in the day. We did the souvenir shoppin (got Bulldog beads), the casino robbin, and the tourist gawkin. It's been a few years since the hurricane, and even though life has returned via booze and nakedness, memories remain in the form of broke down buildings. I brought the hammer. Unlike the Lakers that night.
We hit Austin on Friday and met up with Mei & Company and Marie & Company. Mei is my girlfriend. Marie and her friends are this random group of girls we met in Vegas last year. After just one day together, our groups got so addicted to each other we emailed each other every week since then. And here we are, our anniversary.
Five fellas, seven chicas. One of the guys is standing left of this photo because it was too Asian for him, but not for Michael, but that's because he went to high school in Hong Kong. Our first night, we hit 6th street HARD, with thousands of tatted Hell's Angels rolling through the streets ready to shank us. But our dry wits and mathematical genius brains convinced them otherwise. Three strikes rule buddy.
On Saturday, we started a marathon of bike stealing, pho tasting, Texas tubing, sushi eating, 80's band listening, gelato eating, and self-destructing. The streets were packed again with the bikers, who left their bikes conveniently in front of our loft so that every moment spent indoors was like banging your head inside a metal bucket. But I jest, mea culpa, they were actually really cool folks. At one point down at the bars, I told my girl that I thought the lesbians we were sitting with were beautiful. And being who she is, Mei turned to them immediately and said, "My boyfriend said you guys are beautiful." At that point, they both blushed, then blushed because they were blushing, and then told her that I was beautiful too.
The highest compliment, yaknow, is when the other team helps you win. But let's move onto another beautiful thing: AUSTIN FOOD. Beyond the amazing 2am bratwurst hot dogs coated with grease, sauerkraut, and grilled onions, we had amazing sushi at Uchi and moist moist moist brisket at Rudy's. And since I'm no food critic, but definitely someone who prides himself in his palate / phototaking combo skills, here are some eye-catchers that tasted as good as they look. Better.
Hot Stone Beef
Summertime Spring Rolls
Squid Inked Sushi
Handrolled Happiness
Well, there's one thing that the Big Easy recovered quickly with after Katrina. Fun. We dropped into town on Wednesday night and hit Bourbon Street quicker than we could snort beignet powder at Cafe Du Monde. Strippers at club entrances, hockers at every street corner, and heavy duty NOLA drinks plastered us to the hotel floor on the very first night.
But let's just skip all that because this is a family friendly blog. Fast forward. The next day we strolled down Decatur Street and back up Bourbon in the day. We did the souvenir shoppin (got Bulldog beads), the casino robbin, and the tourist gawkin. It's been a few years since the hurricane, and even though life has returned via booze and nakedness, memories remain in the form of broke down buildings. I brought the hammer. Unlike the Lakers that night.
We hit Austin on Friday and met up with Mei & Company and Marie & Company. Mei is my girlfriend. Marie and her friends are this random group of girls we met in Vegas last year. After just one day together, our groups got so addicted to each other we emailed each other every week since then. And here we are, our anniversary.
Five fellas, seven chicas. One of the guys is standing left of this photo because it was too Asian for him, but not for Michael, but that's because he went to high school in Hong Kong. Our first night, we hit 6th street HARD, with thousands of tatted Hell's Angels rolling through the streets ready to shank us. But our dry wits and mathematical genius brains convinced them otherwise. Three strikes rule buddy.
On Saturday, we started a marathon of bike stealing, pho tasting, Texas tubing, sushi eating, 80's band listening, gelato eating, and self-destructing. The streets were packed again with the bikers, who left their bikes conveniently in front of our loft so that every moment spent indoors was like banging your head inside a metal bucket. But I jest, mea culpa, they were actually really cool folks. At one point down at the bars, I told my girl that I thought the lesbians we were sitting with were beautiful. And being who she is, Mei turned to them immediately and said, "My boyfriend said you guys are beautiful." At that point, they both blushed, then blushed because they were blushing, and then told her that I was beautiful too. 
The highest compliment, yaknow, is when the other team helps you win. But let's move onto another beautiful thing: AUSTIN FOOD. Beyond the amazing 2am bratwurst hot dogs coated with grease, sauerkraut, and grilled onions, we had amazing sushi at Uchi and moist moist moist brisket at Rudy's. And since I'm no food critic, but definitely someone who prides himself in his palate / phototaking combo skills, here are some eye-catchers that tasted as good as they look. Better.
Hot Stone Beef
Summertime Spring Rolls
Squid Inked Sushi
Handrolled Happiness
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