I am Big Easy bound, fellas. In typical Braverman style, I'm gonna miss Mardi Gras by a couple of days, but that's no reason not to get tore up from the floor up when the wheels hit the ground. I've been wanting to do a Paris Happy Hour for awhile, but I just haven't gotten around to it. But now I've got a chance to do it in New Orleans, and I plan to go until I'm as sloppy as a soup sandwich.

Any monkeys who'd like to partake in the devastation to my liver, hit me up in the comments. I'm thinking Saturday night. Maybe meet up in the courtyard of Pat O's around 8 o'clock. I'll probably only have been drinking about 6 hours by that time. After a couple hurricanes, maybe we head down to the Funky Pirate to hear Big Al Carson sing some blues. Or maybe over to Razzoo's to see if we can get choked out by a bouncer.

I don't care. I'm open to ideas. I even thought about making you guys work for it and meeting up at Club Oz, but I figured somebody would end up married for the night and we don't want that. So let me know. As long as my evening includes a dozen oysters at Felix's and a burger at Clover Grill or Port of Call and maybe a Lucky Dog somewhere in the middle, I'm a happy camper. Just don't let me end up like this guy at the Krystal Burger on Bourbon (NSFW):

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Umm...Geaux Tigers?

Anyway, hit me up in the comments if you're gonna be in town. We'll put something together.