BoPeep and a Carousel. Sculptures in the Garden. What's wrong with this balcony?

After keeping me up way past my bedtime last night, the girls decided to sleep in. (It's sea level dontcha know). We, as with all my guests, managed to catch a set of the Brass-a-holics at the PublicQ House. In good form as usual had a guest vocalist that sang Pharell Williams Happy which then morphed into Paint It Black by the Stones. Interesting combination.

He's my video, but you can see better on YouTube.

I still managed to get them to breakfast by 9:30 and at the City Park Sculpture Garden by 10.  Immediately Susan asked me to grab the butt of a Renoir. I can't refuse her anything since her monumental disappointment in San Francisco in 1985.

We were walking back to our hotel from the wharf when she spied a porn shop with blow up sheep dolls in the window. " C'mon AJ let's go in so I can take a picture of you with one of those sheep" Uh, not in this lifetime. And so ever since, I do what she tells me. WITHIN LIMITS.

And I never enjoy doing it.

This one's called Karma.

Hanging out on the bench with my friends.

In step with the dance team.

I swear some kids just won't grow up.

We did make it to the world famous carousel bar. It went round and round. Big Deal.

There were only two seats so I had to walk around and around and around as they enjoyed their cocktails. (Partially true. I found a seat at a table.).

We made it to the river where Carol tried to explain to me just how big my head looked in her camera viewfinder.

Of course we had to have beignets. We cut to the head of the line and bypassed the 50 people standing in line via a short cut that I knew.

Pretty equal price structure at Cafe du Monde.

As we headed back for the trolley, we came upon a very strange scene in the French Quarter on Bourbon Street.

There were like 50 people standing up on this balcony having cocktails while workmen were shoring up the deck below. It was like these folks were clueless that the deck could collapse under their weight. It really was sagging. We stood there for a couple minutes watching like people at an accident waiting to happen. Bizarre.

Finally, a lovely dinner at the Superior Seafood where even the toilet paper comes personalized.

Tomorrow. Jazz Brunch at the Commanders Palace. A walk thru the Garden District. Late Dinner at Willie Maes No. 2. Fun, Fun, Fun till AJ takes the Camry away.

Laissez les bons temps rouler. Folks.