THE PRIVATE PSYCHEDELIC REEL
How does one capture with words a trip that I cannot yet digest? There were so many poignant moments that will affect me for the rest of my life in this trip. I have fought and struggled so hard to achieve a certain level of success and happiness in my life, and this trip just re-affirmed my place in this universe.
The whole idea arose from my disappointment of not being able to experience Berlin, Germany with Alex, and eventually having to end that relationship. The breakup took its toll on me, and I really wanted to find another focus and purpose in my life for me to heal and grow. During New Year's Eve, Mardi Gras in New Orleans became a spontaneous goal. Whether I was going to go there by myself or with friends, I was diving in head first.
Steffi was the first one to jump in the picture, then Brook decided to join us as well, and as they would the rest is history...
HOOK 'EM HORNS
Meeting Geoff after a year and a half was a special occasion. I had finally met his girlfriend, Xaviera, and she was simply amazing. They were both wonderful hosts, and I am indebted to them. I fell in love with the city of Austin. I had a thousand stereotypes of Texas, and Austin shattered all of them. Austin is lively, creative, beautiful, and full of music, it is eccentric within itself without the pretentiousness that is present in cities like Berkeley or Santa Cruz. Art and music were omnipresent. The women were beautiful, University of Texas (one of the largest universities in the world) is a wonderful campus. Downtown Austin rang with music even on a slow Wednesday night. Everyone had the genuine friendliness that has made this state famous.
We were supposed to stay only for a night, but with Steffi not feeling so well. We decided to spend another night, which I did not mind at all. The second night was a little bit more chill, Geoff and Xaviera invited us to see an amazing performance of Amadeus. That's where we met their friends Summer and Stevie (Stevie is a defensive tackle on the UT football team, #93, check him out next fall). We enjoyed the play and went to a historic Austin restaurant, Magnolia. Texas food was amazing.
I want to come back to Austin. Texas sucks, but I love Austin, TX.
N'AWLEANS FRIDAY NIGHT
We arrived in New Orleans after a traffic-filled drive from Austin. The first thing that struck me about Louisiana was the swamps. More than half of southern Louisiana were swamps. I had never seen the vastness and size of these swamps. Then we crossed the mighty MIssissippi, and I could feel the history of this famous river transcend over the bridge. I felt a little tingle in my heart. New Orleans slowly creeps up to you, once you drive pass the bayou, civilization starts to reach its head. The city is anchored by the Superdome, a gigantic concrete structure devoid of any emotion. It looks like a giant toilet bowl. We ended up at our hotel at the Radisson in the heart of Canal Street a few blocks of Bourbon Street and the French Quarter.
Once we were all settled down, we all felt the energy of the crowds of people walking around the streets. The parade was still a few hours away, and people were already getting plastered and reaching a feverish and debaucherous state. We drank a couple of beers and hurricanes and hit the parades. Clean is not a word that I would us to describe Mardi Gras, but maybe Mardi Gras isn't supposed to be clean. We quickly collected tons of beads to our hearts desires, we met a group of South American guys that we joined up. Once we arrived at the French Quarter all bets were off. I usually get clusterphobic in tight places, but I was feeling the energy of the people, they were friendly and I felt safe. The cops weren't assholes, they knew this was Mardi Gras, and they gave us a certain degree of freedom, as long we didn't cross the obvious line. That first night was all about getting our feet wet, before we jumped head first on the madness. I didn't remember much from the rest of that night. There were a lot of moments that skipped my memory banks, but I remember waking up the next day with all these scars on my legs, and bruises on my ribs.
THE FRENCH QUARTER
We woke up the next day and strolled through the historic French Quarter. We continued our frenzied collection of beads and ornaments. Brook was a little bit more aggressive in getting the beads, while Steffi was a little shocked and surprised about the debauchery. I don't think she expected this level of madness and sinfulness to occur on broad daylight. I think she was also taken aback by all the old and fat men with cameras that were ready to pounce like jackrabbits on the first woman that revealed her breasts. Walking around the French Quarter, I wasn't too impressed with the women showing their goods. Perhaps its because I'm a little spoiled from living out in Los Angeles.
All three of us ended up in some random bar, where Brook ended up meeting another girl from San Diego, and she invited us to her V.I.P. party later on that night. We exchanged numbers and made our way out. The French Quarter is a long strip, and at the end of it is the gay district; that's where the tables are turned and guys have to show their pieces to get beads. I had a few guys yell at me to show my cajones, but I wasn't drunk enough to do that yet.
HOW TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A GIRL IN 24 MINUTES AND LEAVE
10. Meet girl in bar.
9. Invite girl to V.I.P. area, even if it's not your V.I.P. area.
8. Sing Westside Story songs for girl.
7. Take girl on dance floor and dance with her.
6. Kiss girl, but don't slip the tongue.
5. Sit on couch with girl, and discuss the ramifications of the democratic primaries coming up.
4. Wrap arms around girl and do not let her go.
3. Defend girl, if some stranger tries to grab her, fight back.
2. Look at her eyes when you're talking to her.
1. Buy a $100 bottle of champagne, rinse and repeat steps #10 to #2 if necessary.
There were so many names and so many faces, I don't remember most of them. Thank god I have a camera.
THE NIGHT OF ALL NIGHTS
Mardi Gras is not for amateurs. If your party experience is a couple sips of wine and a hop on a dance floor, Mardi Gras may not be for you. Mardi Gras is extreme, it is dirty, filthy, nasty, drunken, crazy, dangerous, and full of sparks. Mardi Gras is not for everyone, some people should just stay at home and experience it on E's Wild On. Because if you're not ready for Mardi Gras, Mardi Gras will just leave you behind
Saturday night was the craziest and most incredible night of my life. We stormed through Canal Street all the way to Bourbon, but before we could even reach the French Quarter, Steffi was done for the night, so we took her back to the hotel. I'm not even quiet sure how we ended up in the club, but Brooke, Gonzalo (our new South American friend) ended up at the bar. We were there for a few moments before we get hustled up the V.I.P. area. The guys we had met earlier were there and hosting us wonderfully. There just weren't that many girls up there, so I decided to go commando and picked up every single hot girl in the club to join us upstairs. They were very happy with my selection.
The night was full of love. I met so many fascinating people. And we were all in a tango, listening to the rhythm that New Orleans exploded with throughout the night.
CONFLICTS
As with any roadtrips, conflicts arise, especially when you're together for 10 days on the road. Steffi and Brook had various disagreements as the trip was winding down. I did not want to be forced to pick sides, but I felt like I had to so. They both had different perspectives and visions of this trip which were valid.
STEFFI - wanted to see as much of Texas, Louisiana, and everything else in between. She wanted the tours and the views. She was pretty gung-ho about waking up at 8am, working out, and enjoying every single precious second of the trip. She wanted the history, the ambiance, and the experience of these places.
BROOK - just wanted to party. She felt very much that this is her last hurrah before Ken comes back from Iraq next month. She could careless about the tours and views, and was pretty much set on partying all night and sleeping in during the morning.
RYAN - as for me, I wanted a little bit of both. I wanted to get a sense of history about Texas and Louisiana, but I also wanted to party 'til the break of dawn. I don't know how I did it, but I was able to wake up early enough sometimes and workout with Steffi, and yet party all night with Brook. There were times in which I felt like I stretched myself out to the limit, but I wasn't about to let anything get in the way of me enjoying this vacation. I definitely felt like I was the glue that held them together.
We all learned about each other's strengths and weaknesses. I think we will all be better and closer friends because of this trip. Some of my friends thought I would go crazy by the end of this trip, but instead I feel stronger.
LOST IN HOUSTON
After leaving New Orleans, I definitely felt blue and depressed. It was so sad to say goodbye to everybody. We ended up staying for a couple of days in Houston. I wasn't impressed with the city at all. It was dull, hazy, foggy, and the roads were confusing as hell. Steffi and I decided to spend the whole day getting lost in downtown Houston. We ended up University of Houston, Rice University (a beautiful campus by the way), and we walked around Hermann Park, and saw the ugliest geese's in the world. We ended up having dinner at McCormick's and I was finally able to try a delicious meal of crawfish. I'm sure crawfish was much better in New Orleans, but I never got the chance to sit down and try it. We then hit all the dive bars on Richmond Ave., got lost in downtown again and eventually made our way out safely.
LOOK AT THE STARS, SEE HOW THEY SHINE FOR YOU
This trip was full of remarkable moments. I still remember driving out of New Orleans. I was feeling blue, having to say goodbye to so many new friends. I was lying in the backseat of the car. Steffi was driving, and Brook had shotgun. I was kinda just looking up at the ceiling and smiling. Brook then slowly turn towards me, and we just both smiled at each other. No words had to be uttered, we both new the magnitude of the moment and experiences we shared.
How are we going to be able to tell our friends about this wonderful night we just had? The pictures, the words, and the hand-written notes we passed each other are simply not enough to comprehend this adventure. But our eyes seemed to communicate, and all we could do was look at each other and smile, from ear to ear. It was two people acknowledging something that may not be explained. I'll never forget that moment.