When we got to New Orleans the rental agency let us choose our own car. I of course took this to mean I should find the ugliest damn thing on the road.
And I give you...The Mardi Gras Party Bus!
Our first night we stayed here
Not a shabby place, but good heavens the other people staying there were loud and obnoxious. Not only could we hear every argument the crazy couple next to us were having, but their 25 children that they stuffed into that one room kept running in and out slamming the door and screaming at each other. So Jason made an executive decision. Since this was his last hurrah and we were on vacation we decided to stay here.
A nice little three star hotel in downtown New Orleans. Granted we had to walk everywhere we went because the streets were closed for the parades, but holy crap that was best nights sleep I ever had. And bonus, no screaming children or their parents.
The Hoyt's took a road trip to a little restaurant north of Lake Pontchartrain. Unfortunatly the Party Bus didn't have that big of a back seat. These are the female Hoyt sardines.
We met up with the rest of the Hoyt clan who partook in a whole lot of raw oysters. I have to admit something. I hate seafood. I hate the smell of seafood, I hate the look of seafood. Being around massive amounts of raw oysters and boiled crawfish turns my stomach. So needless to say being surrounded by the ten other Hoyt's that were slurping down raw, grey, slimy, disgusting-ness wasn't the most pleasant experience in the world. My hubby on the other hand was in freakin' heaven.
Oh yeah.
Gross. Gross. Gross.
But at least the view was beautiful
Aren't we cute?
Next post will be all about the fabulous parade debauchery! Here's a little taste of posts to come. What does a girl have to do for these beads?
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