Day 47-48, 8.24-25.09

Due to being a puke monster Shane and I have holed up in a hotel for the past two days. Shane’s been working, I have been doing a lot of sleeping, puking, and trying to catch up on computery things.

Tomorrow we leave to for Jacksonville.

Day 46, 8.23,09

3 course punk breakfast, throw up alot, Big Kahuna Water Park, get to Panama City Florida.

Day 45, 8.22,09

Place Holder, Float the river
savannah peeing her pants in the sand while eating lunchables
savannah standing up out of the river to pee in front of shane
savannah eating wet lunchables, “i’m still gonna eat them peps”"cheese isnt wet, gonna eat that too”
being scared of alligators
banana spiders
getting really sick

Day 44, 8.21.09

Finally beach weather. White sand and sun rays, huzzah. It has been so long since I have been in the ocean. Salt water is horrible, it hurts my eyes. Playing in the water was great though, there were lots of waves and only one dead fish chased me. We stayed at the beach until my massage appointment. My back has been feeling like bananas.

First show of the trip, 20 bands 15 minutes each, covering band of their choice. Played some pool, ate some food, watched three of the bands, then had an anxiety attack and left.

Day 43, 8.20.09

First Day in Pensacola
Todays Agenda: Laundry, Hair Did, 3 Course Punk Dinner

Woke up at 309 stoked to get to the beach. Weather did not permit, so now its errands day. Finally got some laundry done. Shane was completely out of clean shirts and had moved onto wearing my shirts. Next door to the laundry mat was a beauty supply store, I went a little wild. I got some hair thangs, shinny nail thangs and some wicked tiger tights. Get ready to eat your heart out home.

We ended the night with a three course dinner at Shane’s friends cafe. It was delicious.

Day 42, 8.19.09

Todays Agenda: Lower 9th ward, Brad-Pitt-ville, leave New Orleans.

Sadly, it is time to leave New Orleans. I will really miss it. I mean it has its blemishes –as does everything in the south, including my once pristine complexion– such as nothing is ever open, but I really loved it.

Stopped to say goodbye to Wes before we left New Orleans. He is great. Now all that was left to do was to go see the lower ninth ward. It was crazy. There where so many houses that haven’t/won’t be fixed. It was kind of like any of the scenes in movies where there has just been some natural disaster, only here, its four years later. After making circles we finally found where Brad Pittville is. It was a couple few blocks of really futuristic looking homes that are “green” and flood ready and the likes. The houses were really silly looking, kind of like the Jetsons. They were full of sharp angles, weird colors, and where really elevated.

Tonight’s destination is Pensacola Florida, and its white sand beaches. Four hours of driving and a failed attempt at floating the wolf river (had to stay true to Louisiana style and not be open) later we arrived at the 309 house. 309 is some punk house that has been around for 20+ years and is traveler friendly. We met Crystal, Savannah, and Kelsey, the keepers of 309 and crashed out.

Day 38-41, 8.15.09-8.18.09

New Orleans.
Don’t know where to start.

New Orleans is great. A lot of time was spent going to places that weren’t open anymore…including the one voodoo place that I heard was semi-legit. Wes told us the best thing to do is call ahead to everywhere we want to go because that many places are gone, or just run really infrequent-nonexistent hours. It is really tragic how much of New Orleans is still broken. It has been four years since Katrina, the levees are still unfixed, and you can see boarded up damaged houses everywhere. Over these four days we did a lot of walking around just looking at things.

Took a ferry across the Mississippi. The man running the bathroomless ferry yelled a lot. When he wasn’t standing in front of you yelling while you parked car, he was yelling into an intercom that was 5 feet away from you to stay away from the railing “unless you can swim through a blender.” Very angry man.

I shipped my bike home, and Shane shipped half of his things various places, the Van is getting close to empty.

Went to The City of the Dead. It was amazing.




Dear family, I want to be buried in a mausoleum, anything less will be disrespectful to my memory. Love, C.Danger.

We got SnoBliz –better versions of snowcones– from Hansen’s, supposedly the best snowballs in New Orleans. When we got to Hansen’s there was a line out the door and to the road. It took 30 minutes to finally get to the counter and when we asked the lady she said it was always like that, there was never not a line. I got a coconut SnoBliz with smashed strawberries; so tasty, definitely best snowcone I have ever had. Shane being the extravagant mother fucker that he is got strawberry with smashed strawberries and crushed pinapple and 3 cherries; so decadent.

Went to a retired U.S. mint. Half of the building had stayed a historical mint, featuring lots of out dated coins–such as the three cent piece–and the instruments used to make coins. The other half of the building had been turned into a jazz museum. It was here that we learned what Creole means; basically it means local and is a way to “add a few cents” to things.

The booze was calling in New Orleans. I decided since I had been doing so good at not drinking that I could drink. We went to this bar that was a working carousel; awesome in theory, not in practice. We only stayed there for one drink because the spinning was too much. Went to an absinth bar where I had my first properly prepared absinth; not great. Moved on to frenchman where we were supposed to find great jazz, instead we found the boys I had been blowing off and had to run the other direction. Ended up going back to the 9th ward to play shuffleboard and pool. I ended up losing my money gambling and getting a little too drunk. My tolerance isn’t where I left it. In the morning Shane says to me “remember last night?”

“of course” I say as I lay out an outline that sounds just like what I have written above.
“well thats a great outline”
“what?”
“well…after that…” there was some falling, some playing catch me, some storming off, and some throw up.
my favorite part was me falling backward, shane catching me and saying come on I think we should go now and me saying…
“No, why? I’m fine, that was just a joke, I was just joking. Its just a joke. Fine I am out of here” throwing my pool stick down and dancing to the door.
There was a time before when I could drink…that isnt the case anymore.