With all that is going on in New Orleans, I though that this may be a good time to tell my New Orleans story. 

In February of 2002, Todd and I went on a Carnival Cruise out of New Orleans.  We booked this particular cruise so that 1) we could spend a couple days in New Orleans before the cruise soaking up the history, 2) we could say we experienced Mardi Gras, 3) we could take a wonderful 7 day cruise to the Western Caribbean and 4) so we could say we finally had a honeymoon!  If only I knew what I was in for…

On the second night we were there, we ate dinner up on the balcony at a place called Johnny White’s (best Chicken Alfredo in the world!).  If you ate dinner there, you were allowed to stay up on the balcony for the Mardi Gras festivities.  After dinner, Todd and I both ordered a Hurricane (because you cannot leave Mardi Gras without drinking some Hurricanes).  There were a bunch of guys up on the balcony with us and several of them were blatantly hitting on me, not even caring that I was up there with my husband.  They kept bugging me to lift my top and I kept saying, “I don’t even like beads – so forget it!”  Well it was about that time that my husband started acting funny and by funny I mean wasted!  It could not have been the drinks, because we had eaten a huge meal and we were only on our second drink (which wasn’t even very strong), not to mention, my husband is a 215 pound, experienced drinker - it takes a little more that two Hurricanes to whoop his ass.

Well when my husband started acting weird, getting irate and mean, the rude guys mysteriously disappeared.  I put two and two together and realized that something had been slipped into Todd’s drink.  Both of our drinks were on the table behind us and those guys slipped some kind of date rape drug or something into one of our glasses, probably meaning for it to be mine, but got Todd’s instead. 

Todd was completely unmanageable!  He could barely stand and was trying to fight everyone.  Here I was, stuck on Bourban Street with my drugged husband.  I had to drag his ass through the streets trying to get a cab in the middle of Mardi Gras, so that I could get him to the hotel, with him trying to physically fight me the whole time – TOTALLY NOT MY HUSBAND!!!  I was seriously considering paying some big dude to knock his ass out.  I finally got a cab and stuffed him into it.  He insulted the cab driver the entire way to the hotel, leaving me to explain his behavior, hoping we did not get dropped off in some back alley to get shot and robbed.

When we got back to the hotel, he refused to come up to the room; he could barely even speak English at this point.  I had had it!  I did not care anymore so I went upstairs to bed.  In the morning, I found him passed out in the bathroom in a pile of hotel bar popcorn – sick as a dog.  He did not remember anything, and felt horrible for what happened.  We had to hurry up and pack our stuff to get to the cruise ship.  On our way downstairs to check out, there was a trail of popcorn all the way back down to the lobby into the hotel bar.  What a night!!!