Rochelle Rochelle, a young girl's strange, erotic journey from Memphis to New Orleans

Much has transpired since we last updated.  Since our only cultural experience in Memphis involved a shattered window and stolen dreams, we decided to move on ASAP.  (By the way, Memphis residents, Elvis would be ashamed.) When we woke up, we left our hotel to search for a new car, and HOPING that our old car was still in the parking lot.  It was.  And it was still sealed for freshness.

After driving around a bit, we found ourselves at the airport.  The woman we dealt with there was actually quite helpful - Except for the fact that this was the replacement car she tried to give us:

So after some begging and pleading, we ended up just teleporting Kirby's car down from Cincinnati.  Apparently through the teleportation process, the color of the car was changed, but that is neither here nor there.  So we transfered our belongings from the old car to the new one.  The woman said to make sure to check every nook and cranny to make sure we don't leave anything behind.  So that is when Kirby found the White Castle french fry he had dropped the day before.  It was still delicious.

So we were finally on our way out of Memphis.  We got one last bad memory thanks to this truck:

If you don't know, nearly the entire drive to New Orleans from Memphis is through the state of Mississippi.  I'll spare you the details, but I think this picture should tell you just about all you need to know about our experience there:

Also, I should mention, that our GPS found us a Blimpie in Jackson, but when we went there, it didn't exist.  I thought a couple of people I know might appreciate that.  I was displeased, to say the least, but at the same time quite satisfied, as it represented a return to normalcy for the trip.  Anyway, we crossed the world's fourth longest bridge (22 miles) in Southern Louisiana.  We went to see one of Bobby Boucher's football games at SCLSU, and then we headed into New Orleans.

Our hotel is actually not half-bad, although I think they may have been shooting a porn here when we arrived.  But after checking in, we decided our first stop should be Bourbon Street.  But just before we got there, we stumbled upon the world's most wonderous CVS.  Frankly, it puts the one in Athens to shame.  There are roller coasters and pony rides and Santa Claus and hookers and EVERYTHING.

Actually we didn't go in.  So finally, we arrived at Bourbon street.  I can't share with you everything that transpired there, but I will say a few of the activities involved a banana, test tubes, badly stained shirts, and J.J. Hickson going undercover to play trumpet in a band.  And Kirby eating the world's smallest salad off of a saucer.

Ah, yes.  One more thing.  BRAD'S HOOK-UP OF THE NIGHT.  Her name was Sally.  She was a Pisces.  And she tasted like chalk.  I hated to see her leave, but I loved to watch her go.