Through the South!

Hi everyone. Sorry it's been a few days since we've written. We spent two nights in Dallas, Texas with James (Jen's old roomie). It was an Anchorage reunion of sorts, only in a place where it's hot for the whole day. Luckily the hotel had a pool. Mix that with a lunch buffet and some cans of coors and I'll call it your everyday Texas party. Since we were there, we of course had to hit up "Texas Land and Cattle Steakhouse," which served only Texas shiner in 36 ounce mugs (or basically DUI in a glass). I was pleasantly surprised, but let me tell you, Texas knows how to serve up shrimp kababs. Of course we decided the smartest thing would be to walk to a bar close to the hotel... the local "Down Under Pub" or rather the place where all the Cougars go. Let me just tell you... the ladies in Frisco, TX party it up. The most fun thing about the night was riding home from the bar. How you ask? Well the path from the bar to the hotel leads you through a shopping complex and while on our way... we find a shopping cart. Like mature adults, James and I decide we'll ride in it while Wes pushes us (of course this was an easy way to get out of walking). The best part was when a cop rolls in the parking lot and like a good driver, Wes stops at the stop sign to let him by. No questions were asked, because of course he obeyed all traffic signs. I'll leave you with this visualization...

The next day we took Audrey in for her first check up... awwww. And she's doing just great. We drove straight through to New Orleans, where, as the hotel clerk notified us, the bars are open "till". The place sounds cool... you can drink any time at any bar because they don't close and you can walk around the streets and drink as long as it's not in a glass container. Yet, when you actually get there, you realize what this leads to, which is basically the opposite of people putting their best foot forward. I don't mean to conjure up these images in your mind, but imagine smelling beer, urine, vomit, and sweat all in one whiff.


Even with that... we ended up having a pretty fun night. Although we spent much of the time at St. Peter's Pub, part of the fun was walking around Bourbon Street and seeing all the drunkards.

There was this really cool drink shop that had mosaics throughout the whole thing. I was in awe. Seriously, putting all those pieces down had to take "patience my son".

We are now in Fort Walton Beach, Florida... barely in FL from Alabamer, visiting Wes's Uncle Dave and cousins Alex and Allison... who will be some fierce guitar hero competition. More to come later.