Well, this was no ordinary hotel. I paid $151.91 on a Sunday for an apartment for the night. No, I'm serious. This place had a bed, living area, full kitchen, bathroom, and laundry room. If you are staying in New Orleans for more than a night and don't want to eat out every meal, this is the place for you. Another unique factor, the valet is a separate entity than the property so no charging your parking to the room. This may work in your benefit if you plan on having any visitors! LOL.
My mind is always super open when I'm alone. The wallpaper in the elevators there is marvelous. The Carousel Bar was featured with Ellen DeGeneres as the bar tender. I feel like this is a sign that one day I'll be acknowledged by the great one. I love The Ellen Show. The Carousel Bar is an actual place though. It's inside the Hotel Monteleone. Fancy as fuck. I'll have to find a good discount if I ever visit that place.
Let's visit the meaning of a carousel for a moment though, shall we? A continuously revolving device for item delivery. I don't know why reading that feels like a smack in the face, but it does. Is that what life is? Just the same shit over and over again just in slightly different forms? I haven't made up my mind yet if this is good or bad.
Next thing, a neon yellow candle light in the hallway. Yellow candles are used to symbolize brainpower, focus, concentration, intellect, creativity, logic, learning, to improve visualization, and improve memory. After all of that, Lil Wayne appeared. Not literally, but on the wallpaper. He was depicted at Earth Odyssey. I've bought rocks from this place before. I love rocks, but that's besides the point.
Of course, that gave me reason enough to venture out. Although, I didn't end up at a rock store. I ended up at South Market Pub & Grill. Inside, the man of my dreams was waiting. A mannequin. Also, a sign promising that nobody would shoot me. In that moment, I felt like I couldn't do better. It was Bayou Classic weekend. Mark your calendars and make sure to never visit the city during that time. People like to "pop off at the party" if you know what I mean.
I can't shoot a gun worth shit. Actually, that's a lie. I've been to a shooting range and I've made a bullet into the inner circle of a target. This may be beginner's luck or I may be a natural. I don't know. All I know is, I totally would have stayed at the rooftop pool at the hotel if there would have been a bar, but there wasn't and I ran out of alcohol. So, if I need to be a sniper at any point in my current or next life, I don't know what to tell you. Let's party?
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