Was this person a minor celebrity because they appeared on a reality show?
Was this person a minor celebrity because they appeared on a reality show?
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Originally Posted by Hockey Guy
Did the reality show involve singing?
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New Orleans was just as I remembered it when I went in the early 00’s a couple of years before Katrina. Our hotel was just off Bourbon Street so we dropped our stuff off and took a stroll down that stretch of depraved humanity to grab a daiquiri and grub. Some people don’t know this but Bourbon Street isn’t only hopping with people during Mardi Gras – it’s fairly busy all year round. Lots of drunks staggering about. It’s humid. It’s dirty. And it stinks like a mixture of vomit and rotten teeth. It’s not for everyone.
You can drink openly throughout New Orleans, which I like. But the people are real sons of bitches. No offense to any New Orleans residents but what an unhappy bunch. I thought the people in Vegas were bad. But at least Las Vegans need to put on a fake smile to get their tip. The people in New Orleans give zero fucks about whether you’re enjoying your stay in their cesspool of a city. It’s still a cool place to visit. Lots to see. The architecture is amazing.
I love the random “second line” jazz parades that break out in the middle of the French Quarter. And the food? Lord almighty. The food is without a doubt the BEST part about New Orleans.
Our first meal was at Killer Poboys, a tiny po’ boys stand inside of a tiny bodega called Erin Rose. I had a fried shrimp po’ boy. A little expensive but that shit was just outrageously good. 9 Fleur-de-Lis.
We had a few grenades and hurricanes on Bourbon Street and wandered the artisan market in the French Quarter. Later that evening we went to one of Emeril Legace’s restaurants called Nola.
Bam! I had the hickory-roasted duck and it was the business. 8 Fleur-de-Lis and another Bam!
Paul and Brett turned in again so Gooch and I decided to go to Harrah’s to play some poker. There were a few tables of $1/$3 running and we got seated at the same table within minutes. Now, I’ve seen many huge stacks at low stakes NLH tables in my day but I’ve never seen anything like I saw that night and I don’t think I ever will again. Keep in mind, the max buy-in is $300. When we sat down, there were two guys each with about $1500 and one guy with over $3000. This is $1/$3 NLH. Unreal. It got crazier from there as the big stack ended up of busting both of those guys in the next couple hours and at one point had $6K in front of him. And it was very easy to count because he kept changing out for black chips.
It was a fairly good table as the big stack was obviously playing a fairly wild style trying to bully everyone around. Gooch ran into a cooler when he hit set under set and busted his first buy-in. He rebought and busted that too when he foolishly tried to run the big stack off of top pair, no kicker on a 9-high flop. That guy wouldn’t have folded if you had his balls in a vice.
I had a rather uneventful session except for one frustrating hand. I had KK and it was 5-bet pre-flop, with myself, an obnoxious Persian dude, and the big stack. Flop came KQx with two diamonds. Tons of action on the flop, and it was clear the big stack had a draw while the Persian likely had QQ for middle set. Well, the third diamond hit the turn, and the Persian bets out like a dumbass, and of course the big stack raises him. I had top set but was only going to check/call if the non-pairing flush card hit the turn, which is what I did until the Persian fired out. The big stack raised, I called, Persian called. River bricked, and I was so sure I was beat that I actually folded the top set. Indeed, the big stack turned over JT suited for the flush.
The memorable part about the hand was that the Persian kept muttering how sick it was and then was shocked when I told him he was beat by me anyway. He was clueless (he kept shouting “Only in America! Weeeeeee”) and had no idea that I could have had the KK, even though I was pounding it on the flop with him and only checked when the flush card hit. Anyways, it was a crazy hand. One that I will tell my kids about one day.
But seriously, the big stack busted me later in the night when he hit his 50th set of the night when I flopped two-pair. I considered reloading but I was too tired and stumbled back to the hotel.
The next morning we went to Café du Monde for breakfast of beignets and coffee. Huge lineup but it went fairly fast. Those donuts are top-top. The coffee with chicory in it is subpar. 6 fleur-de-lis.
Then we walked over to the World War II Museum which is incredible. I could’ve spent all day there. Fucking Krauts got what was coming to them. On our way back we stopped at a diner called “Mother’s” which is apparently famous for its baked ham. But I had Jerry’s Jambalaya and it was outstanding. I had some of Gooch’s oyster po’ boy which was also decent.
This was my favourite meal in New Orleans. 9.5 Fleur-de-lis.
From there, we walked to the Superdome to see the Saints vs. Lions.
Tons of seats available for this fail of a game. We bought our tickets as we walked to the stadium. End zone seats for $20 each. Lots of shenanigans on the way to the game. Scalpers, drunks, fights, vagrant kids collecting “donations” for their peewee football team. And then you get into the Superdome which is basically the biggest shithole I’ve ever seen. Considering that I’d just toured Jerry World a few days earlier, you can imagine what a stark contrast this was. The Superdome is simply an embarrassment. There are holes in the ceiling, it’s dirty, there’s not even an overhanging jumbotron/scoreboard. Just a couple of small screens on either end of the stadium.
The game sucked too. It didn’t help that we bet on the Saints who couldn’t stop the vagrant kids from getting past their defensive line.
After the game we stopped for one final meal in the French Quarter at a Cajun spot called Coop’s Place. Amazing little restaurant with simple New Orlean’s food. I had a combo platter with seafood gumbo, shrimp creole, cajun fried chicken, red beans & rice with sausage, and rabbit and sausage jambalaya. Tasty. 8 Fleur-de-lis.
The surly waitress kicked out some guys who were clearly in their 30s because they didn’t have ID on them and as we were leaving she chastised us for “only leaving a 20%” tip. That’s some great Louisiana hospitality for you, right there.
And with that, our trip south was complete.
Cliffs: Food. Beer. Sports.
Laissez le Bon Temp Rullez!
also, is the male celebrity under 40?
Is the celebrity black?
Was the reality show on a major network? (as opposed to a cable channel)
Male
On a reality show
show did not involve singing
Cable Channel
not black
Over 40
You can wait 5 hours and maybe get some good bbq, or you can drive 30 minutes to lockhart texas and be in the bbq capital of the world and have your pick.
Hey Shrink, can I get a Fleur De Lis to King Cake Jesus conversion?
I believe they're at par right now.
Hey Shrink, can I get a Fleur De Lis to King Cake Jesus conversion?
Is the guy still on the reality show?
For example, sig Hansen on deadliest catch.
Is this guy on a show that involves dancing?
I must say I underestimated the forum. It's pretty certain you'll get it in under 20 Qs based on the direction of the questions. I thought someone was going to spew off a bunch of questions with bad "Guess Who?" strategy (e.g., "Does he like to wear red t-shirts?").
DOES HE LIKE TO WEAR RED T-SHIRTS??
Does this show involve any type of systematic elimination of participants as time goes on?
Hmmm, Does this show ever involve hunting or fishing?
Does the show in any way, involve negotiating for/selling items?
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Is the reality show based around a family?
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