Saturday, June 2, 2007

The French Quarter....

Traveling from New York to Gulfport, everyone cautioned me about Louisiana...... "You're going to New Orleans?," they'd say, "It's so dangerous there right now.... stay away from Bourbon Street at night! You will get raped! They will steal your money and spend it on crack-whores and midget porn!" - Point is, all these stories and requests of caution, eventually got to me.... It got to the point where I didn't want to venture out........... because I convinced that the city was at odds to kill me.

Haha... until, I sat in the condo for two days
Cleaned the entire apartment...
and decided I was being terribly stupid.....

Like every other city, New Orleans is full of interstates and exits.... Got in my car and started driving.... Found my way to the French Quarter pretty easily.... I was terrified - Not about being robbed, but because everyone was wearing Disney hats, and multicolored fanny packs, pointing and shooting with their tourist cameras. (not so scary afterall, huh?)

So I walked around, bought a few postcards and things to send home to Mom (half naked girls wearing nothing but beads!) I've been trying not to spend too money though.... lack of shooting from Tallahassee to Gulfport really hit my account pretty hard. Decided to get some grub.... Ended up going to this fantastic little place called Mr. B's...... now this is the weird part, right?

No one is at Mr. B's.......vAs I walk in and there's a lady in front of me. She sits at the bar, I also ask to sit at the bar. She orders my favorite drink, I order the same drink. She asks for the soup, and I also love soup.... so that is what I order.... We are the only people at the restaurant.

Somehow we get to talking and she tells me that she is a 'messenger'.... She says that the universe brought us together. "We have been pulled by the same force..... you are on a journey."... Her and I get to talking and she starts telling me about all these things that I am going to see. Places that I need to go. She said that I will find my spiritual leader in Zion (National Park, that is)... everything she told me, she wrote down on a bunch of little napkins, covered in the Whiskey she was drinking..... So funny! I walked out of Mr. B's with a purse jam packed of scribble napkin writing. All I know, is that she kept stressing that I am supposed to record all the positive things that I experience in my life, take all that information that I get from it and give it back to the world so that they can feed off my posistive words..... She told me to write a book, "It could change the world".... I can't see how my traveling will change the world. But she said she was a messenger and she bought me dinner that night and she could probably even read my mind - so perhaps I will try to some day.

Bourbon street was madness.... Since I was all by my lonesome, I had to become my own babysitter and hit up a handful of bars serving Hurricanes... Around 8, I put down the top, drove back to the condo, jumped in the pool with all my clothes on (totally sober, it's just really hot down here right now).... Somehow locked myself out on the balcony of the condo I am staying at (with a Mojito in-hand, not so sober), I called to anyone who walked by, until some nice stranger walked up the stairs, into the apartment and unlocked the balcony door for me. He said, "One too many on Bourbon street, eh?".... And I think he was right....

1 comment:

Vik said...

Jess you really should write a book. This blog already has made me think differently about life in general and my priorities, so i can only imagine what a book by Jess would do for other people. Especially if u do the illustrations too!