blah, I don't know what to say. We stopped by a Pat O'Briens at some point for a hurricane. Our bar tender was a nice young guy. We only interacted with him for a moment but I actually remember thinking he had a good energy. The next day I think we saw the news. I want to write about the positive feelings I have of the trip but they just seem trivial.
Saturday there was a football game between two rival colleges. We got more than one warning to stay off Bourbon St that night. Which we did. There were cops out everywhere. We were later told there was a larger force than during Marti Gras. We made it an early night. I slept through it but Mitch heard the sirens. More shootings, on Bourbon, as predicted.
Im not really filled with fear for having been so near it. If some ones not pointing the gun specifically at you you're just real unlucky if you get hit. I just don't know that I've ever talked to someone only to have them killed a few hours later. It bums me out.