New Orleans is pretty crazy, you guys.
Thursday:
First off, the Roosevelt is baller (this and the following photos were taken by my buddy Dan).

I was one of the last to fly in on Thursday night, got into the hotel, had a few High Lifes and then immediately set off for Bourbon and the bar Little Tropical Isle where they serve hand grenades. Was immediately challenged to hand grenade chugging contest by Jimbo (one of the tasks that the guys had for the weekend - more on this later). I won and then we headed off to check out other bars on Bourbon.

On the street, my brother Brian's task was to get five girls to sign their name on my body with a sharpie. The first girl politely printed her name on my wrist, then the rest proceeded to lift up my shirt and sign their names in broad strokes on my chest. This almost led to a fight when a guy tried to sign my face before my other brother Andy stepped in and threatening to fight the guy, who turned out to be a marine (my brother was in the army). Andy almost got arrested when he wouldn't stop mouthing off to the cop, but luckily that was averted. You can sorta tell how much writing went on in this photo (creeping up onto my neck), where my buddy Dan found an asian girl and an irish girl for me to take a photo with (his task, though it was completely fortunate that he completed it with one photo). Note how squinty and asian I look in the photo.

Eventually after lots of drinking we decided to go to the casino at 1:30. One of my buddies, Leebay, got a little too drunk and just a little too excited and decided to start tackling us at different points along the street towards the casino. Well J-Twice didn't like that idea, brushed him off, and Leebay went flying head-first into a street sign pole. Totally broke his nose. He kept fretting about it, and some of the other guys were being nice when J-Twice finally said, "Look at me. (inspects nose) Yea, your nose is broken. Get the fuck over it." He eventually went to the doctor at 5am when his uncle who lives in town picked him up to avoid going to the NOLA ER. Lost some money at the casino (my last time gambling with my own money) and got to bed between 3-4am.
Friday:
Woke up with a shit-ton of writing still on my body (as well as some scratches from the sharpie) and did my best to wash it off before lunch. We went to Pat O's for lunch, but not because of the food. Because of this 3 gallon monster, which we drank afterwards in the courtyard.
Our waiter said he had only seen 2 groups finish the Magnum Hurricane in his 1.5 years working there and that most big groups had trouble finishing it. However, I'm not sure if I believe him since me and 9 other guys promptly finished it in about 40 minutes, no biggie.

Headed to the casino afterwards, where Jimbo had this brilliant idea before the trip to give everyone 10 dollars to bet on a number in roulette in order. Winnings would go to the group for lunch or dinner or towards the magnum hurricane. The second person, Tommy T, put his $10 on 28/29 and the next three spins promptly go 28, 29, 28. Odds of this were calculated to be something like 6859:1 (HOLLA). J-Twice also hit a number later, so we walked away with about $660 after tip. This was ridiculously awesome and fun. Had a Vieux Carre at Carousel Bar afterwards and headed back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.
Dinner was at Drago's, and I thought the char-broiled oysters were awesome.

Hit up Bourbon St. (again), eventually went to Rick's Cabaret, where a lot of the group filtered out until there was a core of 4 of us who hit up bars afterwards. My buddies did a great job of steering hot girls and bachelorettes my way to either kiss me on the cheek and/or dance with me throughout the weekend, and this night was the most fun of that. Stayed out until about 4:30am.
More in a minute...