By day three it’s just so time to go home! It’s 10:30pm New Orleans time and we all pooped out. We are beat. Walking in this heat has been draining, I can’t imagine living here. Of course tomorrow I am flying back to 100 degree weather, it’s only going to be 90 here. Oh well.

Today I did a lot of window shopping, bought a few souvenirs. We all went down to Harrah’s casino to gamble. I lost a whole five dollars. It once again poured, but we were in the casino.

By time we walked all the way back to out hotel from the casino it was pretty much over. The city is not lively anyways.

Oh my friends told me I had to blog about the run in with the po-po. We are on our way back to the hotel, this guy on a bike rides up to us and he has a box and is singing. He so wanted money, and they gave him five dollars. He however wouldn’t go away. Suddenly the police swoop in, grab the box from the guy, yell “take your money back” and then yell to the guy “Go away, leave these people alone!” My friends are like “No he’s not bothering us really.” The cops tell my one friend “Do you want to have your purse stolen? Do you want to be a victim.” We were all like damn! Technically the cops were most likely right, but their delivery was a tad harsh.

Dustin