We go to Prison

So moving on from the last post, Nawlins still has a lot to it's name. After much research we've concluded that the downtown and French Quarter are as bumpin as they've ever been. Also, I think I'm going to stop saying Nawlins because after a couple days here, not one person has understood that "Nawlins" refers to their city. Anyways, before I forget I must point out the single greatest factor contributing to the party-icity of N.O.; no open container laws. This manifests itself in the delightful tradition of buying the largest drink you can carry at the cheapest bar, than carrying it down the street to the place with the best music. Our favorite of the latter category: Pat O'Brian's Piano Bar. Here two pianists (heehee) playing giant copper plated pianos will sing the song of your choice. We did have to leave after drunkenly singing along to our own request of "Just the Four of Us". We even had a Mardi Gras-esque moment when some people on the balconies kept waving beads and hollering at us. At least thats what Rob claimed when we turned around to find him shirtless. Leaving the debauchery behind we set out on a loooong drive to Houston by way of the Angola State Prison. Figuring that we'd try the easy way to prison we decided to pay a visit to one of the most storied penitentiaries in American History. What drew us here was the famous Angola Prison Rodeo(check out the rodeo events). Though it was out of season the lady in the prison museum was nice enough to keep the museum open late for us as well as show us a video of the Rodeo's "Greatest Hits". It's hard to describe the moral roller-coaster that goes with watching a convicted murderer get gored by a ginormous longhorn. The rest of the museum was equally morbid with long exhibits on failed and successful escape attempts and the bloodshed each entailed while the prisoner-built hearse loomed in the background. After Andrew bought some prisoner-made hot sauce at the gift shop we headed out to Houston. All in all, prison wasn't so bad.

-abhi