NEW ORLEANS (TheStreet) -- Following my adventures from yesterday's first leg of my journey, I knew Saturday would bring even more entertainment and fun, given I would get to see what New Orleans has to offer for WrestleMania 30, as World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) hosts its biggest pay-per-view of the year. NOLA certainly didn't disappoint.
The atmosphere has been incredible down here, and it definitely feels like a vacation, even if I'm here for work. Seeing palm trees, the beautiful Le Pavillon hotel (free PB & J sandwiches!), and experiencing the friendly Southern hospitality can do wonders for not only the soul, but the mind as well. It really does put you in a great frame of mind, and helps melt all the troubles away, even if only for a few days.
New Orleans is a truly beautiful city, wrapped in the history of 18th and 19th century America, showcasing French-style decor and food. Places such as Cafe Du Monde, Bourbon Street, historic cemeteries, the house where Eli and Peyton Manning grew up all show the bright and vibrant culture of N'Awlins.
Here's the second part of my diary. Since you can't be here with me, this is a little look into the underbelly of New Orleans, and all the glitz, glamour and gumbo it has to offer.
9:20 am: Met my friend John for breakfast. Went to Cafe at the Square. Had an omelet with ham and onions, and a side of grits. Grits are good, but I loaded it with salt. May need cardiologist tomorrow.
11:22 am: Having some drinks at Walk-On's Bistreaux & Bar, where they serve shrimp po' boys with something called "boom-boom" sauce, and you pour your own beers out of a tap at the table. I've never seen this before. That's a really interesting twist. Anyone ever see this before?
12:55 pm: Ate the world's best cheese fries and had a couple of Blue Moon beers. Decided if morbid obesity is wrong, I don't want to be right.
2:15 pm: Just got back to the hotel after an amazing lunch at Walk On's. Trying to decide whether to nap, work out, or stare off in to the abyss
2:34 pm: Stare into the abyss.
2:57 pm: Stare into the abyss some more.
3:13 pm: Woke up from a 20 minute power nap, feeling like a million bucks. I wish I could power nap my way through earnings season.
3:40 pm: Just got to Bourbon Street. Trying to make sense of the debauchery. Have already seen too many naked people. Apparently this really is a place where anything goes.
4:46 pm: I had a hurricane, a beer and something called a grenade. Bruno Mars must be around here somewhere. I'll catch a grenade for ya too, Bruno.
5:14 pm: More po' boy sandwiches. So fried, so good. Everything down here is fried or fried twice. Remember the comment about weighing 300 lbs.? Let's go for 600 lbs. and a wheel barrow to get around in, Alex.
5:48 pm: At Cat's Meow, singing karaoke. Can hear dogs crying already.
8:00 pm: Headed back to hotel. Karaoke got a little out of hand, but FYI, I can indeed "Get Jiggy With It." Who knew? Also, I've never seen so many drunk people chanting "Yes!!" before in my life. Gotta love Bourbon St. during WrestleMania weekend.
10:44 pm: Napped, showered, ate dinner and met up with some friends. We're leaving the hotel after watching the end of the WWE Hall of Fame on the WWE Network. It's amazing to see how some of the older wrestlers have aged, for better or for worse. Jim Hellwig, better known as the Ultimate Warrior, looked fairly normal, even if he did ramble on.
11:05 pm: Setting out to go talk to a few tourists and restaurant owners about their trips here, and what WrestleMania means to New Orleans. The chances I find people coherent enough to get a rational thought out? Slim to none.
12:38 am: Random chants in the middle of Bourbon Street. This is when things really got out of control. It's like the Wild West down here, except surprisingly, less gunfights. Maybe N'Awlins is on to something with this.
1:44 am: Got back to the room. Bourbon St. was a mess, but certainly an experience you won't want to miss if you have the chance to come down here. I got some decent quotes (surprisingly), but names were few and far between. People seemed hesitant to give names... hmmm maybe their wives don't know they're here?
1:50 am: I'm hitting the sheets, back at it, bright and early again in the morning.
--Written by Chris Ciaccia in New Orleans