Last week I decided to join Couchsurfing.com
Next year I plan on taking a solo road trip across the south. I want to make a kind of video documentary of my trip. I want to interview all the people I meet and video all the experiences I have. I'm considering meeting new people and going through this experience by couch surfing.
I decided that I needed to get some experience so I hosted my own couch. This past weekend I hosted to a young guy named Jazon.
This past weekend was one of the best of my life. I will never forget my experiences with the amazing Jazon.
I met Jazon late Saturday evening at "Yo mamas' in the french quarter. I explained to him that you haven't lived until you've had a peanut butter burger from there. He defiantly agreed after indulging in its deliciousness.
Since we were close to Bourbon St. and because it is the "traditional New Orleans experience" I showed him the insanity. We both experienced our first hand grenade, a disgusting mixture of ever-clear, gin, rum, vodka, and pineapple. Although I have lived in New Orleans pretty much my entire life I had never experienced the legendary hand grenade and I wont again.
After 30 minutes of watching raunchy tourists doing things they will regret in the morning, I took Jazon to my favorite place in the world, Frenchman Street.
Frenchman Street is full of New Orleans brass bands, food and pure culture.
I took Jazon to hear his first brass band the "Pocket Aces Brass Band.' This was my first time hearing this particular brass band. Jazon and I were instantly mesmerized in their awesomeness.
I tried to teach Jazon the wobble aka the big girl backup, the bunny hop and traditional brass dancing. The wobble and bunny hop were a little challenging for him but we danced the night away.
The next morning I took Jazon to City Diner to have Crab Cake Benedict which in my humble opinion is the best around!
I asked Jazon what he wanted to do in his last night in New Orleans. He explained to me he wanted a repeat of last night.
We started the night off right at Monkey Hill Bar on Magazine St. Jazon needed to have his first bananas foster Martini. We hopped from Monkey Hill to The Howlin Wolf Den to see the Hot 8 Brass Band. We met an amazing group of guys from Arizona and a really cool chick from Ireland.
After indulging in Las Vegas bombs, lots of laughs and high fives it was time to hit the dance floor. Yet again, we danced the night away with complete strangers.
We hit up Budda Belly bar on Magazine St. for an Igor Burger before we headed home.
Although I did not enjoy the "Cajun Igor burger" Jazon did.
We talked all night sharing each others unique tastes in music and stories.
As we watched the sun come up we realized sleep was pointless.
We said our goodbyes. Jazon followed me to the interstate and I watched him in envy with a tear in my eye and my heart in my stomach.
A bittersweet ending to an outstanding weekend.
I showed up to work this morning in a sleepless coma.
"Lauren, what did you do this weekend?'
"I lived"
