Frog legs and U-Turns

Where in the world is the amazing Mr.Tobey?

Chillin' at Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge. Which I must say is a beautiful school, except for their library, which is ghetto. As I walk around campus I feel like I'm in some medtierranean city, much cooler than grey ole' USU. Except for the library. So what am I doing in Louisiana? If for some reason you don't know, I'm going to be installing securtity systems this summer. I've just spent the last few days driving across the country with my buddy Taylor Rudd, who agreed to accompany me so that I would not get bored.

As far as our drive goes there is not much to report. We drove...lots...and lots. Everytime we stopped the people and their accents got progressively funnier.

Yesterday afternoon Tay Tay and I rolled triumphantly into the party city of the south, New Orleans. We got there around 5 o'clock and decided to see the sights. Little did we know that 5 o'clock is when all the sights close down. It appears that anything that doesn't involve alcohol closes pretty early around these parts.

A local recommended that we go to a restaurant called Mulates, which serves authentic canjun food. The cultural ambience in that place is great. There was a band consisting of very old people playing some awesome canjun music, which is like blue grass but a million times funner. It's a very jazzy country style, done primarily in a bouncy 3/4 time. The waiters had their thick accents and the decor was very southern. Then we got our food...

We ordered a sampler plate, you know, a little bit of everything. Here's what it entailed:

Crawdad legs, crab bits, stuffed mushrooms, fried catfish, grilled alligator, and frog legs.

I'm not going to lie, it was all very delicious, especially the frog legs. They were the perfect combination of chicken and fish, it was amazing. I'm going to see if I can become a frogleg fan on facebook. I also had some gumbo, which was tasty stuff.

After eating we drove around and looked at the city, which for the most part looks pretty modern in the business district. As we got farther out there were some pretty cool old buildings and some big ole' southern manor style homes in all their guilded age glory. The roads in the city are crazy and you can tell they were created not by pioneers but by drunken french guys. Crazy roads lead consequently to crazy driving and we soon learned that the bread and butter of a New Orleans driver is the U-turn. Everyone is U-turning all the time. Which makes me wonder if everyone else was lost too. Or perhaps just drunk. Anywho, this post is already so long that nobody is going to get down this far, so I will bit you all adeiu.