We drove past the site of Pit Bulls and Parolees, a show my sister watches and since she's really into both Pit Bulls and
We took a bit of a circuitous route back to the French Quarter, driving past a cool above-ground cemetery I also want to check out tomorrow, and Louis Armstrong park, which also looks cool, and again, want to check out tomorrow.
We parked in the French Quarter to eat "lunch" (it was now 5:00 p.m. or so, but we'd had breakfast at nearly noon), found a little courtyard and had some appetizers. I even tried a tiny nibble of both alligator cake (like a crab cake, sort of) and alligator sausage. I figure it's just WRONG to be entirely vegetarian in New Orleans, though I do have my limits--I'm not actually ordering any of things things for myself, but I'll try a nibble of what others are ordering.
At some point, Eric took the car back to the apartment and walked back, while the rest of us wandered around town. We ended up at Pat O'Brian's, where they have a piano bar with two pianos. There was a woman on one piano and a man on the other, and while we were disappointed they didn't "duel" more (or rather, sing/play in duet), they both were good. But they'd each play a couple songs, and while one person was the main singer/player, the other was looking up the next couple songs on their laptop/iPad, and just kind of tapping the keys with one hand or humming along a bit, but not actively participating. Anyway, like I said, they were both really good. My sister went a little crazy with trying to see the most ridiculous songs she could request and have them still play it.
Then those two took a break, and two women came out. They both appeared to be of a certain age, as they say, so we were wondering what they would think of the ridiculous songs my sister had been requesting. Sure enough, they read her name and the blurb about how it was my brother and SIL's anniversary, then played a completely unrelated song, not at all what she had requested. So we weren't too impressed. Then the other lady started her set. Wow. She sang in a shrill falsetto, and changed keys every couple of measures, and not just a little bit. And I'm tone deaf. She sang Friends in Low Places, which my sister had requested, about five octaves above middle C, then started another song an octave or two BELOW middle C, so it's not like she could ONLY sing shrilly. She also sang at really low volume, so between the volume and the pitch, none of us could tell what song she was singing until we got to the chorus, even if it was a song we knew all the words to.
The original two people came back out, and we stayed until we'd been there a total of two hours or so, then wandered around the French Quarter again some more. Wow. It's crazy. I'd read a website about things NOT to do in New Orleans (like, areas to visit instead of the super-touristy areas), and it included the tidbit that beads are not "done" except at Mardi Gras and maybe the couple of weeks leading up to it. Apparently that's not entirely accurate. Guys were on the balconies throwing beads at hot women like a mini Mardi Gras on a random Thursday in November. Loud music in nearly every bar, crowds in the closed-down street (not permanently closed like Fremont Street in Vegas or Times Square in NYC, but just blockaded after a certain hour), establishments showing off their hot and "barely legal" entertainment options... Yeah. Just...wow.