Who Dat on Friday the 13th

Day 23:
This morning, aside from the tropical storm, which attacked us, we encountered a hurricane of our own: Donna. She is the one who provides room service for breakfast for us. We asked for it to be brought in between 8-8:30 am. At 7:30 she called and told us she was already making it. At 7:55, she called and said it would be there in five minutes. One hour later all we got was China plates left at our door! Donna had forgotten about our breakfast. We are still laughing about Hurricane Donna.
Anyway...the storm cleared, we went on a Cemetery/Voodoo tour and we found one of the funniest tour guides of all time. He looked like the Old Spice guy and was as funny as Dave Letterman, ranting all about how stupid the people were in New Orleans and their obvious names. Later we walked around Bourbon St. One of the most craziest streets you will ever step foot on. Everyone carried hand-grenades, a drink where the glass looked exactly like a hand-grenade. In the French Quarter, we tried our first beignets, kind of like a zeppole you would get at a carnival in Little Italy. Our server was really nasty, and the only thing he said was: "Ordah!" and we were a little freaked out. We made a little joke of how he just sat there sleeping, pretending like he was working. Tomorrow we will sadly leave New Orleans, and slowly make our way to St. Augustine by next week, and have a rough 80-90% chance we are returning exactly on Aug. 27. That's all for now, hope you all enjoy hurricane-free weather.