Moe Long's Adventures in NOLA: The Amended Version

So, it just seemed like time for another blog posting.
My week has been enjoyable. During the week I mainly just go to work, come back and work out, get dinner, and then read, write, or stare dreamily at the stars. But on the weekends, I explore the city. This past weekend, the Mississippi Robbies came to visit, so we had a grand time exchanging stories of our internships. Our fellow Robbies arrived on Friday evening and we ate at Juan’s Flying Burrito on Magazine Street. Then we all hung out for a while, and eventually worked our way to Tipitina’s for a free concert. However, the night ended as it usually does in NOLA-on Bourbon Street. We walked around, looked at the sketchy strip clubs, and tried not to look too much like tourists. Then we all went back to our respective places of residence. Saturday happened to be July 4th. Happy Birthday America!
That morning we had a Robbie soccer match in the scorching New Orleans sun. Unfortunately, the game broke up when I was on the “skins” team. Of course this is pure coincidence…later that afternoon the Robbies had a cookout together, before heading down to the riverfront to watch the fireworks. However, the group I was with had our trip delayed as a car hit the streetcar (cars collide with the streetcar more often than you think…I was in an accident a couple of weeks ago). We were forced to take a car. While this meant that we watched the fireworks from the car on the way there, it was still an enjoyable experience, and much less crowded. As a consolation prize, we had the privilege of watching an amateur actor perform the Sermon on the Mount by the Mississippi River.
On Tuesday nights, the St. Charles Tavern has $10 all you can eat boiled crab, hush puppies, and potatoes. My first Tuesday night in New Orleans, I was eager to try it out. However, I had never tried boiled crab before. Much to my surprise, the buffet was full of whole crabs. I was secretly contemplating how to get the meat out of the intimidating beasts staring blankly, almost menacingly, at me from their Styrofoam plate. I confess I sat there watched other people to see how they did it for a few minutes, before I had the guts to ask the waitress what to do. While she was there, I also asked her which parts I eat, and what to discard. I am thankful that I did, otherwise I would have eaten the orange stuff inside, which happened to be the ovaries of the female crab. I was going to go tonight, but I got caught up in an intense round of basketball. However, I have every intention of going next week, and showing off my crab opening skills to all who are drunk enough to care…and to those of you drunk enough to read this blog, your patience and support is much appreciated. Remember to stay hydrated-it is hot out there!

Peace,
Moe Long