Thursday, November 17, 2011

what happens on Bourbon Street....might end up on this blog

Since moving here 3 months ago (really??) I guess you could say I've been a pretty busy girl: trying to assimilate into this crazy city while trying to keep up with my photography all while trying to make sure  my bills and student loans get paid on time.  Bills require constant income and constant income requires, well, a job.  I was lucky to have the occupation gods smile on me and I landed a job at a very nice (and rather fancy) restaurant right on Bourbon Street.

I've been working a lot lately which is good for my bank account but not so great for my photography....I've been lazy about it if you hadn't noticed.  But while talking to my friend Jenny about my job and it's infamous location, she was surprised that I hadn't written about any of my experiences.  Working as a hostess, we get a front row seat to the craziness.  So, Jenny....this one's for you.

Hmmmm, where to begin...well, there are the constant flow of Second Line parades which are always really exciting to me.  The other hosts (one in particular ehem*Kaitlyn) tease me about how excited I get when they pass by. But honestly, how could you not be excited?  Where else do you get to see random parades that have no set schedule or reason?  Well now, that's not really crazy is it though?.....

Oh, what about the time I was asked to participate in a threesome? Yup. True story.  I was working the door and this very intoxicated couple walks up and starts questioning me.  Out of nowhere, the woman says "Wow, you're cute...how old are you?" I answer, then the man says, "Oh she wants you....want to come back to our hotel room??" I think I just ran back inside.

There was also the time when two bums (ehem, I mean, homeless men) charged in thorough the front door, yelling indistinctly at each other.  One man was outside the door while the other was just babbling at him thorough the glass. One of our managers tried to stop them with little success.  So he steps outside and waves down one of the mounted police officers who then whips his horse around until he is literally standing in our doorway, driving the two men away.  A couple guests tried to exit at this point, oblivious to whats going on, only to find a 2,000 pound animal in their way.  I think I might have said something like, "Bet you didn't think you were going to Audobon Zoo tonight, did ya?" They just looked at me, terrified.

As you can probably imagine, there are also countless drunk people we deal with on a daily basis.  My personal favorite was a lady who walked (or rather stumbled) in a asked for a "house" then a "housssse...menuuuu" then proceeded to the bar where she sat (or rather whirled) with both shoes off, one leg up on the stool next to her, and offered a bottle of Crystal hot sauce to our manager, Jeff, eliciting a rare but amusing smile from him.  He graciously took the hot sauce and then asked, "Ma'am, how many beers have you had tonight?" As he walked her back thorough the dining room to the connected hotel, she said "Where were you an hour ago??" That gave us all a really good laugh....even now it makes me giggle.

 And let's not forget the famous folks either; in a two day span I saw Stephen Baldwin, JC Chasez (12 year old Becca nearly died) and Channing Tatum (yea, he's that cute in person.)  A few weeks ago too I saw Ron White....you know...."Tater Salad??"  Oh, God, did I really just admit that I know who that is??  Umm moving on....

Toss all that in with a couple dirty hippies licking our windows, random nudity, throw up in the doorway of the restrooms (who does that??) and foreigners who just don't understand why all these people are partying on a Wednesday night and you get a typical day at work for me.

Man, I love this city.

 


A few photos unrelated to Bourbon Street. My family came to visit and I had the day off...it was a good day. 






 This lady rooooooocks
 my mom and Fred
sissy!!  probably dreaming of Spain ; )