New Orleans has historied balconies and galleries supporting probable Scarlet O'Hara ghosts and dixieland jazz playing on every corner. The food in New Orleans is repulsive and expensive. Deep fried paired with deep fried, exuding oil with every bite. Gumbo was like a bowl of slimy snot. I ate nothing that I would crave to eat again. Service is slow. There's no rush to do anything. At night Bourbon Street turns into controlled debauchery. It has that sinful Las Vegas-feel, but the scene is much more interesting. Zombie drunks stumble around with glazed eyes and prop up and help support other zombies who can' t walk anymore. I couldn't figure out how they become so drunk, because all of the drinks tasted like pure sugar water and sour mix. Mounted police stand everywhere and drunk people pet the horses. I drank sugar water out of a plastic fish bowl. I let one horse chew on my entire hand. People stand on balconies, dangling beads and screaming wordless banshee screams to get your attention. They have beads! They want you to beg for them. Eventually they become bored because no one will beg, so they begin to pelt the beads down from the skies and they hit you hard on the head and shoulders. The streets reek of booze and sewage and then they hose the entire French Quarter clean every morning. Meanwhile, monstrous alligators with big hard heads lurk in the bayou waters, waiting for their hot dogs and marshmallows.
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