Hand Grenades and Horny Gators

So, we were down in Nawlins - or New Orleans incase you don't speak Southern, for reading week. I'll give a full, detailed account of the trip later, but for now I'm going to keep you all on the edge of your seats, and just tell one fun little anecdote from the trip. 

We were walking around the French Quarter on a beautiful sunny day and we decided to stop for lunch on Bourbon St. Among the 100's of bars, we decided on Tropical Isle to grab a bite. The food was actually pretty good and we decided to wash it down with a beverage of the alcoholic sort. Now, in case you're not familiar with New Orleans (which I'm assuming includes all 2 of you that actually read my blog), this particular bar is famous for it's Hand Grenades, Horny Gators and Tropical Itches. 

Upon doing a quick google search, I discovered that the Hand Grenade is comprised of 5 different kinds of alcohol, and equals to 7 and a half shots!!! These drinks aren't for your typical lightweight American tourists - but seeing as we're Canadian, and university students, we figured the warning didn't apply to us. Yes, that's right, these drinks come with a warning. (I just spent about 45 minutes trying to find the warning on google, but no luck - I'll ask around and see if anyone still has a copy of it) 

After consuming hand grenades, we bought various other drinks for the sole reason that we 

wanted to drink in the streets - because it's legal to do that in New Orleans! (Yay for the Napoleonic Code, which Louisiana is under) Needless to say, we were all feeling pretty great at this point in time.

So what does one do in New Orleans while intoxicated at 1 in the afternoon? Eat Beingets of course!!

We got our clan together and headed down to Cafe du Monde, which I'm surprised we actually found, given that we were drunk and in a new city. So we're sitting around eating our beignets when one of the girls in the group randomly shouts out "Is that Michael Buble?". The conversation stopped dead at that exact moment and all of our heads whip around to see Michael Buble sitting no more than two tables away fom us. 

Now, let me explain something first, I'm not an obsessive fan, I don't stalk celebrities, I don't even read celebrity gossip, but the sight of Michael Buble no more than 10 feet away from me

made me more than slightly giddy. Maybe it was the hand grenades, maybe it was the fact that I saw him in concert in February and swooned for the entire show (as well as for days later), I don't know what it was, but the butterflies in my stomach were definitely in flight. 

At this point, we all grab our cameras and run over to get our pictures taken with him. By the time it was my turn I was so giddy I could barely talk (or breathe). I automatically sat down beside him, I don't even know if I said anything to him, I can't remember (I'm going to blame to booze for the amnesia, and not the fact that I was just THAT excited/nervous). All I know is that I definitely got a picture taken with him, and I definitely told him that his concert was the highlight of my life (I say stupid things when I'm nervous!). Oh, and as I was walking away, I suddenly decided I HAD to shake his hand, so I ran back over to him and stuck out my hand (again, I have no idea if I actually said anything at this point or not). 

So that's my Michael Buble experience. Sarah's experience however, takes the cake. I would tell it to you, but it's so much better when you hear it first hand, so here it is: 

Isn't it priceless?

Once we were done making asses of ourselves in front of Michael Buble, I felt the need to run (literally) over and tell Derrick  (my boyfriend) what I just experienced. (He had missed all the excitement because he'd been talking to a tour lady about her experiences during Katrina) As I'm walking (running) away from the table that Sarah and I were sharing, I hear her break out into song  "ALLLLLLLL BY MYSELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFF..... DON'T WANNA BEEE ALLLLLLLLLLLLL BY MYYYYYYYYSELFFFFFFFFFFF ANYMOOREEEEEEEEEEE". God, I hope Michael didn't hear that!! Oh, we also proceeded to lick the powered sugar off the plates too. We really are classy folks, I promise! 

Moral of this story: Hand grenades are dangerous, and the warnings should be taken seriously.

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Edit: As I was cleaning my disaster of a bedroom the other day, I finally found the Official Hand Grenade Drinking Guide:

Drink #1 - Will lift your spirits and make you happy. 

Drink #2 - Will give you a nice buzz

Drink #3 - Will result in a complete loss of your inhibitions

Drink #4 - Will cause you to dance in the streets. Females may be promted to show their tits

Drink #5 - YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN! WE DON'T RECOMMEND DRINKING 5!