Well I did as asked, and TRIED to be around the music scene. Let me clarify here, I do not care about music. Even if a band I loved came to town, I would not go see them, just don’t care. My brother, now he loves music. I am not into Jazz or the local music scene here. This is nothing against NOLA, this is all me. Yes, some are amazingly good, truly, just doesn’t mean anything to me. Music doesn’t speak to me. I never try to read into what they are singing about or take it literally. I cannot get wrapped up in it and be consumed with it. Same with politics or religion. So tonight, after our “release” I had simply planned on just walking back to the hotel and getting something to eat along the way. I should have listened to my inner voice and gone with my first thought. However, I had forgotten that Eryn and Ashley, who found me and “reminded me” to go with them to a bar to hear a band. Eryn was very capable of reading the expression on my face. She knows exactly how I feel about these places. I do not blame them though. Smart. Don’t be alone around here. So off we went. Today has been rough on my lungs, I have been around so much cigarette smoke that I’m fried, my throat hurts and lungs are screaming, this increased my mood exponentially. We went first into Vaso but it was literally too loud so we left, now they knew I was hungry but at this point I would’ve waited a month to eat just to get away. However, I let them pick the options and was just along for security, or as they say as a friend. Next, we went to Maison, well they had to check to see if they could get in as they are under 21. Well just my luck they let them in. Did I forget to mention the #@%#& who touched me outside of Vaso? So, we get seated in Maison and wait for service…and wait…and, guess what? We wait, so yes, we leave. This was their choice and I double checked with them for good measure, and received the “I’m so ready to go look”. I mean this is for them so whatever they wanted. We decide to walk back to the hotel but find a place to eat on the way. Willy’s Chicken to the rescue. They had drinks and I ordered the chicken even though I wanted shrimp. Hey, it’s Willy’s Chicken. The girls shared some of my fries and the biscuit was honey glazed, so good. The strips were also larger and meatier than I would ever find back home. Tonight was a good reminder of why I don’t drink or frequent bars. It just means nothing to me. It also ensures that it will be another 50 years before I screw up like that again and go in one. I do listen to music I like but it is not loud, it’s just on, tonight was an assault on my auditory system. Especially Vaso, that was ridiculous. To be fair, in Maison the trombone player was incredible!