Category 5 Hurricane, or 6, or 7........

Finding ourselves in the quarter, we did the only reasonable thing, we ate great creole cooking and then went on a bar crawl down Bourbon St.  Sarah was determined to run her own taste test comparison on who made the best hurricane.  Something she is regretting this morning, continually saying...'hurricanes are bad...'  We made our way to a few recommended places, among them Pat O'Briens, the originator of the hurricane, apparently some time in the 20s-30s, he was forced to buy to much rum from his liquor distributor and he came up with the Hurricane to sell as much as possible.  I took Sarah from one end of Bourbon St to the other, we stopped in to a European Jazz club, listened to a fantastic quartet with a banjo player who had some amazing solos...no really.  When we got to the far end, Sarah found a karaoke bar, one with a Golden retriever bellied up to the bar.  After we had been there for about an hour, and Sarah had already sung one of her songs, she realized it was a gay bar.  I had known for quite a while, maybe it was the fact that she was the only female in sight, or the men cozied up in the corner, or the MC running the karaoke hitting on me......what can I say, she was well on her way to getting really drunk.  We had a great time, hit a few more bars and then stumbled back to the room.  Its a fun town.  Now its off to get some very much needed Coffee.