We're back on the road, after two great days in New Orleans. We found John Wagner's house pretty easily and waited for him an hour. We played basketball and skateboarded around his neighborhood. The pavement is like a sidewalk everywhere, it was great.

John drove up on his step-mother, Lynn's, motorcycle. We talked and he took a picture of Bryan and I in front of their BMW 325i, completely nude. John's parents arrived about 11pm. Mike and Lynn are an interesting pair and damn nice people to boot! We talked `til 12am and went to Bourbon St. with John and his brother Joe. We were there all night checking everything out.

Bryan lost his heart or hard-on at Big Daddy's to a stripper named Anita, (who put both her feet behind her head in a stretching excercise as part of her show). John and I went to the Dungeon on Toulase St. where I met Ashley. Unfortunately, she wasn't a stripper, so I didn't get to see her naked. Damn! We stuck around all night.

Joe and I ended up at Molly's Irish Pub at 736 Toulouse and soon Bryan and John came along after their adventure at Big Daddy's. Finally, we went home and our 1st day in New Orleans was completed.

We slept and woke up drunk. Mike and Lynn had planned a barbeque for the night and when I arrived downstairs they were just putting a huge slab of beef on the grill. Almost immediately we begin drinking large amounts of alcohol. Mike started working on his remote control airplane, so that was his topic of discussion for the day. Bryan, John and I, with full-on hangovers, played basketball. We went to the levee afterwards. I tried to fish, in the rain, but, of course, lost my hook. Why does this happen?