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bedlamsbardSometimes I need to be reminded of why I came to New Orleans and not just Tulane. It's hard to remember, because Tulane is an isolated campus, and kind of a world in its own; there's a reason they call it the Tulane Bubble.
Yesterday was a girl in my hall's birthday, and she had a group discount on a vampire tour down in the French Quarter, so she was grabbing people left and right to go. So I went, along with another friend of mine, and a handful of other people I knew beforehand -- girls from my NOLA track, people from other NOLA tracks, mostly -- and a bunch of people I didn't know, and we all got ourselves on the streetcar and down to the Quarter. We made it down there, walked to Jackson Square, got there early enough to wander over to Cafe du Monde for cafe au lait and beignets, and made it back for the tour.
It's easy to forget, at Tulane, that there's a hell of a lot of history in the city of New Orleans, and a lot of it is the bloody, dirty, messy, horrible, fascinating kind. New Orleans: most haunted city in America, and this may have been a vampire tour, but there's plenty of that, too. And y'all know me, I find the murder stories fascinating. (Like these two, although I've heard slightly different versions.)
You don't get the French Quarter anywhere else in the United States; you don't get Uptown or the Garden District anywhere else in the United States. Only at Tulane; only in New Orleans.
And then, of course, our streetcar back to Tulane broke down. That was exciting. They eventually got it fixed and we made it back to campus at around 12:30 am.
Also exciting was the fact that there must have been some USMC thing going on (but it's a couple days early for the Marine Corps Ball, so who knows what) in the Quarter, because oh my God, Marines in full dress uniform. HOT. And the NROTC kids from Tulane were down there too, and I know one of them, so I will ask him when I see him on Tuesday.
Yesterday was a girl in my hall's birthday, and she had a group discount on a vampire tour down in the French Quarter, so she was grabbing people left and right to go. So I went, along with another friend of mine, and a handful of other people I knew beforehand -- girls from my NOLA track, people from other NOLA tracks, mostly -- and a bunch of people I didn't know, and we all got ourselves on the streetcar and down to the Quarter. We made it down there, walked to Jackson Square, got there early enough to wander over to Cafe du Monde for cafe au lait and beignets, and made it back for the tour.
It's easy to forget, at Tulane, that there's a hell of a lot of history in the city of New Orleans, and a lot of it is the bloody, dirty, messy, horrible, fascinating kind. New Orleans: most haunted city in America, and this may have been a vampire tour, but there's plenty of that, too. And y'all know me, I find the murder stories fascinating. (Like these two, although I've heard slightly different versions.)
You don't get the French Quarter anywhere else in the United States; you don't get Uptown or the Garden District anywhere else in the United States. Only at Tulane; only in New Orleans.
And then, of course, our streetcar back to Tulane broke down. That was exciting. They eventually got it fixed and we made it back to campus at around 12:30 am.
Also exciting was the fact that there must have been some USMC thing going on (but it's a couple days early for the Marine Corps Ball, so who knows what) in the Quarter, because oh my God, Marines in full dress uniform. HOT. And the NROTC kids from Tulane were down there too, and I know one of them, so I will ask him when I see him on Tuesday.
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Date: 2008-11-09 03:55 am (UTC)I WANNA GO ON A VAMPIRE TOUR WTF. omg.
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Date: 2008-11-09 04:30 am (UTC)