Day 2 started out a little rough. Well at least for Brownbear. Big Cat rallied pretty well, but I guess we already knew this after the Daytona Jello wrestling event and Big Cats defeat of Bear Claw. We decided to get a good breakfast and finish our laundry that was in need of a solid wash from Daytona. Our night began around 6 o’ clock as we headed to dinner at the world famous Acme Oyster House. After a small meal of 2 dozen raw oysters, a pound of boiled crawfish, 1 poe boy that was rated the 4th best sandwich in the country, and some hush puppies we headed out to New Orleans for the night.
We crept through a tiny tunnel and the BC gave a special knock requiring numerous scratches and roars. The door slowly opened revealing an all brick room that resembled a large weathered wine cellar. At the front of this cellar sat two dueling pianos whom had been ordered to play and song the BC requested.
We ordered a few hurricanes and took at seat at the front.We travelled the city of New Orleans and contemplated what it is like to grow up in the Midwest while others call this “city” their home. We moved down Decatur until we heard a familiar yell. “RIDDLE!” We quickly turned around wondering who was foolish enough to use the Big Cats pack name. Luckily it was one of our recently graduated classmates, Bryan Christies and his roommates, so I was able to prevent the BC from devouring them whole. After a quick update on the previous night we parted ways, they went to dinner and we went to get the party started at Pat O’Briens. Stories from this bar reach far back through the Big Cat’s pride, so we knew it would be a great time.Within twenty minutes the place began to fill up and we were joined by at least ten recent UD graduates. Also in attendance was a group of guys from Purdue who were in a frat, they could not play a sport we assumed, and about 15 girls from LSU. At one point a guy from an adjacent table asked us if we knew Ross Fumagalli. Big Cat looked at me totally confused. “Who?” We had no idea who that was so instead of answering we gave him a high five and quickly walked away. For the next few hours we drank with our UD brothers and sang along to Wagon Wheel, Little Lion Man, and much more.
Knowing that we could not stay there all night we gathered up our newly created pride and headed for one last night on Bourbon Street. Surprisingly Monday nights were not as popular as Sunday but it was fun nonetheless. For the next two hours we moved our pack from one watering hole to the next while Bryan and BC regaled the locals with dances from their native land. Based on the way they were dancing they hail from a small village that still considers themselves part of the old Soviet Union.
Their amazing dancing ability left everyone hungry so we continued on to Alibis, a local bar with the best Po Boy in the Big Easy. The highlight of this meal was the Crawfish Hush Puppies, which might have been the best food we had in New Orleans (or it was 2:30 in the morning and we had too many Hurricanes). The meal allowed us to wake up the next morning and continue our Great Migration. The next stop Austin, Texas!
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