I meant for that day to be a day of pleasures.
I woke up and went straight to Cafe Du Monde, again. Beignets and coffee lose some of their shine on round 2 - it was still good, but it was basically a breakfast of donuts, powdered sugar and caffeine. As it turned out, once was enough.
Since that experience had lost its shine, I took the next few steps along that path. I'd been told I needed to go to Pat O'Briens and drink a Hurricane. I had seen an absinthe bar in Pirate Alley that got my attention. There was a teensy coffee shop with men who looked like they were from Portland serving coffee.
There was a balcony at the hotel that looked over Jackson Square, which was constantly filled with music. I had been told I needed to try New Orleans spiced rum (link). I noticed a cigar shop. I had very little time left in New Orleans, and a plan began to take shape. I literally wrote it down. I wanted to make sure I got in everything that I wanted to do.
Go to cigar shop, get a nice cigar. Go to liquor store, get spiced rum. Go to Pat O'Brien's and drink a hurricane. Get coffee. Go to pirate bar and drink absinthe. Go to hotel in the early afternoon, drink rum and smoke cigar. Stay at hotel, since I will be drunk. Go out at night and explore, even if still drunk.
I got a cigar from a very helpful man at a cigar shop about 2 blocks from Canal and Decateur - I wish I could remember the name, but I've lost my little red notebook and Google doesn't know about it yet (recently opened). I stopped at an utterly generic liquor store on the way to Pat O'Briens and got a 40oz bottle of spiced rum (they don't sell smaller ones, and booze is cheap in the States). I stopped in at Pat O'Briens and ordered a hurricane.
I'm just going to pause there. A hurricane is a drink created during the time where in order to buy whiskey, you *had to* buy 20-50 times as much rum. It was designed to move rum as quickly as possible. I watched the bartender (who kept calling me, and everyone else in the bar, "my love") pour 4 shots of rum into the glass. 4 shots. I saw her do that, I thought about the absinthe and the rest of my plan for the day, and wondered if I was going to be able to pull this off. I left early the next morning. "Now or never," so the expression goes. It was a decent drink, which is an accomplishment, considering how more than half the liquid in it was 80 proof alcohol.
My steps were faltering by that point, but I could still see straight. As long as I didn't get behind the wheel of a car, I figured I would be fine. Coffee was next up.