Photos From Bourbon Street & NOLA

This last weekend, James and I flew to New Orleans/Metairie for work.  After we got done with everything, we had a couple of hours Saturday night to explore and try to have a little bit of fun.

First, we ate at NOLA, one of Emeril’s restaurants.  It was good.  No photos in there, but I drank Chimay Blue, an excellent Belgian beer, extremely smooth, almost a chocolatey texture (not the taste of chocolate), and 9% alcohol.  James was on an Abita kick (Abita being a local LA brewery).

After NOLA, we wandered around Bourbon Street for a bit.

Here are some pics:

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Abita Andygator beer. Pint bottle. 8% alcohol.

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Stuff of the Day

Update: For the second day in a row, my back, right along the inner edge of my right shoulder blade, really hurts. I don’t know what I managed to do to it, and I’m not sure what needs to be done to fix it. I do know that I don’t seem to be able to manage it myself.

My car is fixed. The broken driver’s side inside door handle was replaced yesterday, finally. Such a small thing, but it’s so nice to be able to simply open the door from the inside again.

Link of the Day: Super Mario Crossover – Play Super Mario Bros. – as Samus, Link, or other characters.

Spam of the Day: “Love the mall, but only the private spots.”

Funny of the Day: Beyonce – Masonic Satanist.

Pic of the Day: Sulu likes it!

Video of the Day: Slave Leia Car Wash

Quote of the Day: “Pros: Zero to ecstasy in 3 minutes. Works great on sore and knotted muscles too.” – Reviewer on Newegg.com for Hitachi Magic Hand Massager.

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*ahem*

*tap tap*

“This thing still work?”

I’ve been meaning to start posting at least some token trifle of the Day stuff again for a bit, because there are far too many amusing things in this world, and I find a desire to at least feel like I’m sharing them with others outside of Gtalk. I’ve however found myself rather busy and frustrated with work-related technical issues several times this week, so it’s taken me until today. A reddit post and its accompanying comment thread provided entirely too many amusing moments for me to let it drift by again. Also, I can annoy people on Facebook now too.

Link of the Day: Women: Why do you show cleavage if you don’t want men to look? Every girl gets a disgusted look when they catch me looking at what they’re displaying.

Spam of the Day: “Supersize your tomatoes with Tomato Giant”

Funny of the Day: Nikon camera ad . . . with Face Detection.

Pic of the Day: “Dude, is there something on my cheek?”

Quote of the Day: Billy Mays here!
Are you tired of not being allowed to look at breasts? Then I’ve got just the product for you! My exciting new product Bitch, please! You ain’t all that! will revolutionize your dating life.
The BPYAAT system will teach you such winning techniques as:
Does this rag smell like ether?
I have cancer and I don’t want to die a virgin.
No means yes.
And many more!
All this can be yours, for the low low price of three easy payments of braaaaaains!_Zombie_Billy_Mays_

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Update: So, last night, after working late again, I ran home (in the rain, it started raining here about 20 minutes before we were set to end work, yay), scarfed down some quick food, took one of my meds, brushed teeth and straightened up, and went off to meet Ivy and Peel at The Ice House, for Party on the Patio.  They’d been there a good while, because they weren’t working until 7:00 like I was.  First time I’d been there.  Attractive waitstaff.  I was trying to behave myself, diet-wise, but I may have broken it with the jello shots.  One of them was practically thrust upon me, paid for by a new acquiantance we made there.  The second one was delivered to me, by one of the waitresses, for free.  Ivy was running on the theory that there was some girl drama going on between the employees . . . I don’t know what to make of it.  At the time, my train of thought pretty much consisted of, “free jello shot from cute girl.”

A pair of women came in there after we’d been there a while, a blonde in some shorts and a sort of peach paisely shirt, and a slender brunette in a horizontally black and white striped long clingy one-piece dress.  She had a kind of librarianish look about her, is the best way I can try to characterize it, that appealed to me.  I went up to them, introduced myself, invited them to come join us at The Ranch, which is apparently where we were about to go, and asked her for her phone number or email address.  Shot down.  They were supposedly about to go home, they had to get to bed pretty early to be up early, and Amanda (the one in the striped dress) “wasn’t really dating right now.”  Oh well.  Attempt made.

We proceeded to The Ranch, and oh, hey, those two women were there.  So while Ivy and Peel got us a table, I went up and talked to the two women, joked with them a bit.  I went and joined Ivy and Peel, we played some pool, I went and bought the two ladies a set of drinks of what they were already drinking, gave them to them with a simple, “I wanted to get these for you two,” then walked off, back to the pool table.  After having Peel beat himself at pool a couple of times for me, I talked to the two women again.  The plan was to ask Amanda to come be my partner for doubles pool, since there were just three of us.  Shot down, again.  They were really leaving now and heading home, etc.  Tried for her phone number again, denied again.  Didn’t employ a final-attempt line or two there I wish I’d thought of slightly sooner.  Oh well – she simply doesn’t know what a wonderful time she’s missing out on.

We left The Ranch not very long after, though getting Ivy’s tab settled up took what seemed like a long time.  Peel and Ivy were both pretty sedate the entire night.  Not how I remember things used to be years ago.  Still, I had a decent time last night, even if I didn’t end up with a new female friend out of the evening.  The entire bar/club meeting scene thing is kind of alien to me.

Link of the Day: Corrupted-Files.com

Spam of the Day: “Live viruses-free!”

Funny of the Day: Brownie Points

Pic of the Day: Internet Danger Signs (click to enlarge):

Quote of the Day: “We have a snake fight going on out here in our parking lot, w00t” – Kara

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DanceFAIL

I went to Graham Central Station Saturday night, met a friend there. This is a place I haven’t been to in like, 7 years or so. Granted, some of that is because I was out of state for 6 years.

I had an ok time, had some fun there. I particularly enjoyed Wild Cats, the sort of Coyote Ugly like bar club. Complete with a bubble generator at the very end of the night.

But prior to that, my (female) friend I met there that night, tried to get me hooked up with Random Cute Female Eye Candy. This is where the fail comes in. It took place on the main dance club area, Zazoo or something like that.

Can someone explain to me the basics, guidelines, practicalities, etc. of how this is supposed to work? This is something I have zero familiarity with, and was literally shoved into it without warning. I was unprepared. I didn’t have a damn clue how to go about it, and it pretty much turned my confidence level from Fairly High to Oh Shit in no time – which, such dismal confidence I’m sure could be read by the women and girls there (because, indeed, some of these were merely girls) which helped contribute to my Fail.

How does this whole process, where your introduction to someone (apparently) comes in the form of you thrusting your groin into their ass work? Someone clue me in here, because I just don’t get it.

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Update of the Day: So, yeah, no updates for the last few days, and nothing on the weekend.  Sorry.  Have been really unusually busy lately.  We worked late both Monday and Tuesday getting stuff ready for a software milestone yesterday.  I’ve had the thrilling joy of dealing with and fighting various Cisco applications – their standard IPSec VPN client doesn’t support 64 bit Windows, at all, and they have no plan of doing so, their ADSM remote management app for the firewall for the new server is buggy and breaks in a frustrating manner (just sits there spinning its wheels forever until it’s end-tasked) on any version of Java newer than 1.6 Update 7, and a whole host of minor little things.  All resolved, thus far, but extraordinarily time consuming.  

I also ran my Dad around for various vehicle rodeo tasks Monday and Tuesday as he was getting his truck worked on (mostly annual maintenance stuff) at Jimmy’s shop (World Class Automotive, I highly recommend him for any domestic or Japanese import work).  He sprung for lunch both days, and both Monday and Tuesday I was bad, breaking my diet repeatedly.  2 days of carb devouring, up 2 pounds.  Yeah, so I started back pretty severely limiting my carb intake yesterday.  

Monday night, I had a late, impromptu date with J . . . we went to a strip club, Jaguar’s Gold Club.  I hope their busier days/nights are better than Monday nights, because it was like a parade of some of the skinniest girls I’ve ever seen.  There were maybe 3 or 4 dancers there with honestly attractive bodies – seriously, there were half a dozen girls there that were just scary, like 12 year old heroin user girl, skinny.  They didn’t need to eat a sammich so much as a deli.  Then yesterday, after work, talking J on the phone . . . she tells me a lot of stuff that I probably should have been made aware of a lot earlier.  I’ve come to the conclusion that she has basically been using me for money (not too much, but still, principle involved) and ego boosts (a lot of there).  Rather irritating.

Went and visited Ivy and Kodi last night, we hung out and talked and tried some decent wine, 7 Deadly Zins, which Ivy wants me to write up a “an old-Joe-style review” for.  It might happen.

Link of the Day:  Top 50 Text Acronyms Parents Should Know

Spam of the Day: “Wake up your porkmonster”

Funny of the Day: “Tell all your friends their lunches are non-notable!”

Pic of the Day: I simply don’t have the words . . .

Quote of the Day: “To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there’s no music, no choreography and the dancers hit each other.” – sayings on Sports by Jack Handy

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The Kind of Low-carb Encouragement That WORKS

So, I took a late lunch, to run to our local HEB store, to look for a few things, in general, and specifically stuff I couldn’t find at Albertsons yesterday. Found the Queso Blanco (frying cheese), found the Carb-smart Breyer’s Ice Cream, and when I stopped to look at the sweeteners section out of curiosity, found a down-right hottie.

 Albertsons had one kind of Stevia-based sweetener. HEB had about 6, plus some other stuff other than the huge Splenda display and some Nutrasweet and Sweet’n’Low and your standard Sugars. I was looking at a couple to compare them, and this woman walked up and started looking at a couple of the different varieties of Stevia-based sweeteners.  She was, at a guess, 5’5″ish, brunette, late 20s to early 30s, very nicely sized and shaped (not too damn thin, but certainly what I would call “slender”), with probably 34D or so breasts.  Believe it or not, I didn’t look at them too much.  Oh yes, very pale blue, sort of icy, eyes.  

After half a minute or so, I asked her if she’d tried any of these before.  She hadn’t, we talked for a while about the different kinds, she asked me if I’d tried them, mentioned a couple kinds she’d used that she got from the “Health Food Store,” talked about how in (cold/cool) tea one of the ones she used sort of stayed clumpy and didn’t dissolve very well, etc.

I took heart in seeing this hottie there, talking naturally with her, and seeing her, in the shape she was in, going for the same sort of diet plan.  That’s the kind of thing that grabs one’s attention, and encourages you (well, me at least) to stay with this, to stay strong, and think that given a couple of months, you’ll be in the shape that looks like it belongs with such a sexy woman.

I regret being distracted and not taking note of whether or not she had a ring on, and of not being smart/brave enough to say something like, “hey, why don’t you call me sometime and let me know how whichever one you decide to try is?”  Also, probably would have been a smart thing to ask which “Health Food Store” she was tired of running to, “all the time.”  Hard to try to facilitate another run-in with this hottie if I don’t have any other idea of where to try to find her, other than “randomly in the weekday afternoons at HEB.”

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