Golf Guy Grill Room: New Orleans Photos, Part I

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Gotta love New Orleans! This snipet from Wikipedia: 'New Orleans and its French Quarter are one of only a few places in the United States where possession and consumption of alcohol in open containers is allowed on the street.' OK then, I'm playin' by their rules.



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Golf Guy wasted no time in researching New Orleans' open container laws: 'I'll take a large Jungle Juice, please. And make it a double. And make it to go!'


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And then suddenly, within minutes of hitting the streets, I was stopped and told I was getting a citation. Granted, I was standing in the middle of a street taking a picture, but I wasn't even holding a drink. Turns out that the joke was on me ...



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... as somehow, for the first-time ever in my life, I was cited for 'Not partying hard enough' and 'being too good looking.' I would have paid a $1,000 fine if this would go on my permanent record.


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Antique weapons? I went in there and didn't see nary a mashie, niblick, cleek, brassie or a spoon. I did, however, unearth an Old Tom Morris wooden nickel.


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'I finally get to go on a vacation, and they end up taking me to the streets of New Orleans. Seriously? I can't drink, I don't gamble, and I certainly don't understand what all the fuss is about involving these Gentleman's Clubs.'



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Is this a Jackson Pollack-inspired piece of art work? No, and I've instead entitled it 'Bird poop and cigarette butts on a sidewalk.'


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'Hi, I'm the Golf Guy's personal assistant. I know you are already on your way to a wedding, but the Golf Guy wants to know if you would marry him instead?'



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History 101: Who says the Golf Guy can't be informative? Actually, this is just for my bosses to think I was acting serious. For at least a minute.



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They say a man can go without food and water for a short period. Golf Guy wants to know if any research has been done on 'how long a man can survive on delicious beignets and rum?'


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JOKE'S ON ME - PART II: This friendly fella came up to me on the street and made a bet that he could tell me the exact location of where I got my K-Swiss tennis shoes. Being a true gambler, I went with it. He then told me, 'You got them on your feet.' Well played, sir. He then poured soap on my shoes and wanted to charge me $20 to clean it off. I gave him $2. He then yelled at me. The French have a word for it: touche.

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As always, the Golf Guy delivers ... BRING ON THE LADIES!!!!