So I was in historic, beautiful New Orleans last week which was OHHHHHHH-KAY and fun from what I remember (which admittedly isn’t a lot, thanks to an eventual onset of alcohol poisoning). However! A definite highlight was laying bloodshot eyes on this: JIMMY BUFFET’S HAT AND FLIP FLOP!!

Spotted this in a Parrot Head bar on Bourbon Street named “Tropical Island” or something like that. Again, don’t remember much about any of it. Thankfully I had enough forethought to snap a few more pics which you can see after the jump.
Here’s a shot of Bourbon Street on a WEDNESDAY NIGHT at around 3 am. (Jesus, just imagine it during Mardi Gras!) On street level, it’s like a never-ending scene from The Walking Dead.

Here’s one of the many awesome (and VERY loud) brass bands you’ll see playing on downtown street corners throughout the night—this one was taken around 2 am. Can you just imagine this happening in the Pearl?

Unsurprisingly, the people of New Orleans LOVE ME—so much so in fact, they fashioned a giant replica of my head to use in their next parade. Note to head sculptors: I had that mole removed.

Here’s the main contributor to my poisoning: a little drink entitled “VOODOO JUICE.” In case you want to make it at home, here’s the recipe: In a soccer ball-sized goblet, add one (1) package of Tropical Punch Kool-Aid, with at least twenty-seven (27) varieties of booze (whatever you happen to have on hand). Stir, drink at least three (3) in one sitting, and call for a gurney.”


I guess lots of green light couldn’t save these remnants of Jimmy Buffet’s style any more than it could save The Green Lantern.
Is that fancy camera work, or does Jimmy Buffet have gigantic feet? (and probably other stuff??)
They totally have to arrange to display Jimmy Buffett’s liver there someday!
Though, wait a minute, everyone here (and the signs in the photos) seem to be referring to Jimmy “Buffet.” I don’t know who that is. Maybe the inventor of the buffet restaurant? Can’t anyone spell celebrity names correctly these days? I NEED A DRINK!
I was just following Wm. Steven’s lead. When has he ever steered us wrong?
I HEART STEVE! Not a word about the AAN thing. (Well maybe there was, but I just looked at the pictures)
I HURT STEVE! Every time I correct one of his errors. But not physically, no basis at all for a restraining order.
Buffett! Not Buffet! Wow.
i heart jimmy buffett, and i heart eating at the jimmy buffet
The signs clearly read Jimmy Buffet. Was that flip flop blown out (on a pop top?)