Prodigal Sons

Brenden and Mike arrived in New Orleans Thanksgiving Thursday to celebrate Ryan’s wedding with Daniel. Shortly after, Joe pulled in and joined B and Mikey as he was cordially welcomed by a beer in hand. Best part: drinking in the car is legal in New Orleans. After a little poker and a lot of beer at Ryan’s house, it was time to meet downtown on Bourbon St. with Jim McDade, Steve Howard and Tim Kelly.

Pat O’brien’s was the bar of choice, and why not, it had Hurricanes. That night, though, the Hurricane ended up being Joe’s demise. As Brenden, Mikey, and Joe arrived at Pat O’s, Joe was talking with Jim catching up and all of a sudden he felt a hard kick in the backside. Just then, some blonde hair prick looking guy walked by. Very upset and ready to throw down, Joe lunged toward the passing offender but was grabbed by the collar by Howard, the real culprit. Steve later regretted stopping Joe because he would have loved to see a brawl that he started. Hugs all around.

As the night continued, the bird’s eye view became blurry, but the bird remembered seeing Jim suddenly stop his car on the way home. From the back seat, Jim heard, “Jim McDade, I gotta throw up.” Then the Hurricane that just went down Joe’s throat, went out Jim’s window. Bed time. For some reason, Brenden and Steve decided to drink like rockstars and ended up staying out till 5:30 6ish.

Jim McDade’s House (more like a room than a house…it’s pretty small): A couple hours later as the six Prods peacefully slept off their booze, they were woken up by the sound of a trickling waterfall. It turns out that it wasn’t a waterfall at all, but in fact it was Brenden relieving himself all over Mikey and on Jim’s couch bed. As Mikey tried to convince Brenden to use the bathroom instead of his feet, Joe got up and led the now pinching Brenden to the toilet, thank God. Jim was pissed, pun intended. They say the old Jim would have caused Brenden a lot of pain, as he pounded him into a bloody pulp, but the new Jim just thought back on all the stupid things that he’s done and called it even. Isn’t Karma a bitch?

Next night was the wedding, and of course, the reception. That’s when Jamon came into town and turned into drunk boy, the wonder drinker who can’t hold his liquor. And why not, there were two open bars and lots of hot Louisiananian women. No woman was too young, old, ugly, dumb for Jamon to hit on, and no drink was to be left undrunk. Jamon’s quest was to let everyone know in his most vociferous voice, that he was from Texas and that he was white trash. For some reason he thought everyone was hard of hearing so he felt the need to put them in a headlock and scream “Wat Trashe” into their unsuspecting ears.

After much dancing, drinking and booze, the after party continued at the Red I, somewhere in the French Quarter. Nobody really knows what happened after that, but we all made it home safe and sound. So, Tim is back “teaching” fourth graders, Jamon is back to picking up high school girls and teaching on the side, Steve is back wandering the earth waiting for Liz to say yes again, Mikey is back in VA Beach asking if they want paper or plastic, Brenden is back in Steuby marking his territory on some unsuspecting sleeping Prod, McDade still has long hair, and Joe is in Austin with the bird’s eye view.