Chapter 2 - Revenge of Bourbon Street
When it comes to New Orleans, Bourbon Street to me more direct, I am noooo Rookie. I have been down to New Orleans 3 times, and Bourbon Street has been like a second home each and every time I was down there. To those of you who have not ever been down to the New Orleans area, Bourbon Street is more like an alley way, filled with Bars. In New Orleans, you can carry your Beverages from Bar to Bar it seems, or at least continue walking down the street as long as your drink is being held in a container. Anyways, let's get back to our story.
We walked about a block from out Hotel over to Bourbon, and maybe because God seems to bless me with Sunshine, or maybe because Satan likes to tempt my fate, the first establishment we passed was the Hustler Bar. If you do not know what Hustler is, please take a minute to google it, if not, use your imagination. I am no longer 25 years old, but I still have a fascination with women, and well, the Hustler club definitely started making me want to see a few cuties dance. However, we refrained, made our way down the street, and found a nice 2 for 1 bar. We were in New Orleans, and while it was early, and we could have went the Beer route, the cute young thing working talked us into a hurricane, and she pulled no punches. Ricky was a bit surprised at the alcohol levels of this fruity drink, but I knew, soon we would be at a whole different level. That "soon" was sped up as we walked about 2 buildings down, and came across another gentleman's club called "Stilettos" they offered us a deal we could not refuse, first off 2 for 1 drinks, no cover charge, and lastly, we could bring our drinks in with us. We were the only people in the bar, besides the beautiful young ladies, and as my buzz was rolling in, my mouth was adjusting to it, and I was running game like a veteran (I am a veteran) the girl I spent my time with was actually from Colorado, the friend I was with (ricky) was introduced to Jagermeister, and all of a sudden, we had a situation. Kev was rocked. I was dropping dollars, getting dances, and falling in love with a stripper. I remember calling Mr. Chief, and having him roll through, and he ultimately saved me from Bankruptcy, because after another hour, he got us out of there.
Don't judge me!!! I haven't been doing strip clubs in years, it was just a tad after 2am, and I was just a tad overzealous. We walked over to a few other bars, had a few more beers, drinks and shots, to the point, my vision was blurred, Kevin became KevRock, and my behavior became that of a mocking, kinda asshole nature. I remember coming across some old friends, The Crazy's as we know them, along with Phylass, and maybe a few others, I remember thumb wrestling people, bums, girls, and then I remember wanting to go back to my room. I was tired, and I knew, at some point, all the Kid fans were planning on meeting at Harrahs, I needed to represent myself proper...
I hit the room, hit the shower, and hit the bed. I got a good 3 hour power nap in, woke again at 730pm, and spruced up, and headed to find Ricky and friends over at Harrahs. There, I met Constance, her friend, and well, probably 50 people who introduced themselves to me that I can't quite remember (yea, again, don't judge me, I was still drunk as fuck) but then I remember seeing Connie Jo, and hugging Connie and not wanting to let go. Here is a woman who has been to hell and back, and has spent that time still caring and worrying about everyone else. It sobered me up, it brought a tear to my eye, and put the trip back into perspective, old friends, old memories, and Kid Rock's old music which made me a fan for life. Welcome to the party motherfuckers....
I spent a few hours having beers handled to me, I came across the beautiful Alicia, SherZ, and the young lady who was so gracious, Chasity. I wanted to finally bye myself a drink, reached in my pocket, and realized I had spent 400 of the 500 dollars I had brought for myself. So, instead of buying a drink, I made an executive decision, I was heading to Black Jack tables. I sat down at a table with some experienced players, good people, and a sexy dealer. I turned that remaining 100 back into over 500, and at this point, realized it was time to say goodbye to Harrahs, so that I wake up cruise morning ahead of the game, in good spirits, and ready to really turn it up a notch. I walked Constances's friend back to her room, it was a gentleman thing, the streets of New Orleans are no joke, and I gave her protection. We talked, and I enjoyed the talk, but she is still a mystery to me, I don't know her name, and never even saw her nipples.
Chapter 3 - Let's get on the Boat, Motherfucker... Coming soon