Thanksgiving! Traditionally a day spent with family giving thanks, our hostel owner went to spend the day with his Ma and Pa, leaving Donna and I to our own devices. After a cosy morning on the sofa watching Harry Potter we headed out to find somewhere open to get some food. Not quite the turkey and all the trimings but we picked up some scrummy fried chicken, served to us by a very cheery woman who wished us a 'Happy Thanksgiving Baby gurls'.

As a treat we also picked up a nice giant 1.5 litre of red wine like you do, our hostel room mates (two Aussie girls) came back and soon the drinking had begun. Soon it didn 't seem fair to our wine buzz to merely stay indoors, so we decided to head out into NOLA and see what it had to offer on Thanks Giving night! From what we can remember the night started on Bourbon Street. Shots were taken from a rather voluptuous woman's cleavage. We entered and then left rather quickly a male strip club, when we realised that we were perhaps not quite the clientele they were hoping for. We then found ourselves on Frenchman Street where the other girls headed back to the hostel and Donna and myself ended up in a local reggae club. Again, not being their regular clientele let to a few side eyes, but I was wayy too busy enjoying the music in my own little world to realise. On our way home to the hostel, after accepting an offer of a ride by Donna's new friends we ended up being stopped by the cops, due to a lack of the right license he was handcuffed and we were told we could drive the car back. Ermmmm no, we've been drinking and don't know this fella! Instead we were driven back to the hostel by a rather stern police officer and woke up the room in fits of giggles. Thankfully they thought it was as hillarious as we did.