It was a
bright sunny day in
mid-March when the
professor and I strode down
Bourbon Street. We had just turned the corner from
Canal Street when the
sunshine I had chewed earlier began to kick in.
We passed the usual lot of street musicians and performers en route to a place to eat. Finally we decided on Mike Anderson's, as it looked generic enough. A couple of Dixie Blackened Voodoo Lagers later we were feeling better. The professor turned to me and asked, "What are your plans for the week?" I had no reply. I had no plans. What would I do? How would I occupy myself in this foreign city?
Once the sunshine kicked in the answer was obvious. Enjoy the trip, and smile all the way.
I ordered the butterfly shrimp, as the waiter recommended it. From what I can remember, it was delicious. With lunch out of the way, it was time to see this damn town. I had a lead on a store on Decatur that might have what I was looking for. I bid good day to the professor and I was off.