Quit horsing around and lets tour New Orleans

I went over to the Intercontinental hotel last night as I woke up right at midnight. The hotel, which by the way, is an awesome four or five star hotel that is just extremely classy and nice. In other words, everything we're not. I took my classy laptop and my luxurious ass over to the lobby to meet up with Jamie and play some online from the extravagant couches they had set up. He won a few hundred playing and I managed to pick up a couple thousand from PokerStars before we decided enough is enough, we have to let the donks rest or they might not come back for more.

I think we played about five hours or something like that, then checked out of the Intercontinental and went back to the Riverfront where we had our other room to take a nap. We have a double bed and we have four people sleeping, since Billy never sleeps and manages to play poker about 48 hours each session (no joke) it usually means that Shawn is in one bed and I have to snuggle with Jamie in the other bed. If you can get past the inappropriate touching and fondling, it's about as good as it will get. Shawn was down at the casino so we were able to sleep in one bed each, which was the pure nuts. We slept about four hours or so before we decided to take a walk down in New Orleans. I think we walked about a hundred feet, and went up a flight of stairs before Jamie was near passing out and was sounding like he was a stranded whale dying on the shore gasping for air. Being the fit, in-shape exercise freak that I am myself I easily jogged up the stairs with very little effort... only to collapse once I made it all the way up top. Something has to be done about this, it is ridiculous. I blame the heat index of 496 as I swear I saw somebody melting bronze by just leaving it on the sidewalk, that's how hot it was. We kept walking down and went into the French Quarters, which I believe might have been where the French hung out. I smart boy. I was looking for the Swedish quarters but for some reason, they were not to be found. Bummer. We went down to some place called Jimmy Buffets Margaritaville for some cajun food. I ordered some cajun pasta and Jamie ordered some fiery concoction that I cannot remember the name of. The pasta had some sausage, some peppers, shrimp and some other meat that I am not entirely sure I want to know where it came from. All topped with some insanity hot sauce that was unearthly spicy. Whatever he ordered was probably even hotter as it was drenched in this molten red liquid that just turned my stomach when I took a bite of it, I am fairly certain that if you fed that sauce that was on Jamies plate to a medium size child they might just implode. Anyhow, we finished up and went back to meet up with Shawn somewhere when my chest/stomacharea just started acting up completely. I felt like I was somewhere inbetween having a heartattack and having to shit terribly badly, in either case, it was quite uncomfortable. I sat down to catch my breath and ate half a pack of Tums to calm my raging intenstines down before I had a terrible accident infront of God, St. Louis, St. Pierre and whatever other god damn saints that used to live around there and now supposedly haunts the place. Luckily, the disaster was averted and life as we know it could go on. We walked towards some mall when all of a sudden I hear Jamie go, "Oh my lord."

I said, "What's wrong?"

He said, "I'm about to shit myself. I don't think I'm going to make it."

He started walking faster and faster while I kept encouraging him to slow down so we could really take in the sights and watch the French Quarter from up close. He kept going, "I'm not gonna make it, I'm fucking serious I'm not going to make it." followed by "I have to shit so badly I'm breaking out in a sweat, this is bad Swede, this is really bad."

Being the good buddy that I am, I was trying hard not to laugh while watching him in pain. We came close to this mall when all of a sudden it was not all fun and games anymore, because the vile Cajun food I had ingested decided it also wanted to break free, asap. Well, needless to say we ran to the closest restroom which we prayed was open, even though Jamie assured me he was ready to break down the fucking door if it wasn't. Once again, disaster was averted.

Shawn came to meet up with us a little later in the same mall and we decided to take a horse and buggy ride that lasted about thirty minutes through the French quarters. It was actually a badass tour and our tour-guide seemed to know his stuff, and I'm extremely interested in history anyway so it was awesome to me. Well worth the $60 we spent on it. After that, it was back to the hotel to play some more online and once again I managed to run pretty good which was very welcome. I played some on Pacific for the first time and their cashgames seemed insanely soft. No wonder Jamie is able to win on there.