all-you-can-jet -- day 24 -- new orleans, LA

i wanted to get one more good food experience in new orleans before blast-off, so we headed over to an old favorite of mine, mother's, for breakfast.


and the food was ... terrible.  the service, unattentive and snide.  but what's more, i couldn't even "place" mother's in my mind ... it didn't seem familiar ... and then i realized ... i had confused it with the clover grill and ate at the wrong damn place.


dammit.


so we hopped on the plane and flew to JFK.  the timing was such that we were to show up during the all you can jet happy hour that jetblue were throwing.  i figured i'd eat an hors d'oeuvres, have a can of coke, and head along my way ... it was anything but that.

it turns out that the people who have an all you can get pass fall into two broad categories: people who have a lot of time, but almost no money; and people who have a lot of time and a hell of a lot of money.


i hobnobbed with the rich, twitter famous and jetblue employed. the most impressive hit was a long conversation with the man behind the keyboard of @jetblue.

but that's not who impressed me the most ...


what did was a very interesting conversation i had with @jetnathan.  

my accomplice was under the impression that he was just trying to weird people out, but as my uncle once said, when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro ... and i've had my union card for awhile now.


nathan and i talked about burlesque, barbecue, barb wire and why should someone get permanently marred for life by someone they don't even know.


the reason that came up was @jetnathan has been getting a tattoo of every airport code of every jetblue city he's been to on his pass.

(when i took this photo he said, "you make me look like i have a big fuckin' arm."

i said, "i have a bracelet.  it says, 'WWJND.' what would jet nathan do?  and you know what he'd do?  he'd shoot a shot like this."

nathan agreed.)

my accomplice plowed through three glasses of wine and was in the bag by the time we left ... but not before we both scored an AYCJ t-shirt.

i was hoping to hit di fara pizza, since we missed it last time we were in town, but it got late enough that i figured we'd be in line for forever and a day over there ... so instead we headed to junior's, a place that makes a cheesecake my accomplice is obsessed with.

the food was truly unremarkable -- including the cheesecake -- but hey, i don't like cheesecake that much anyway ... and i've been shoving so much food of my choosing down the throat of my accomplice, i can hardly complain for the very smallest amount of turn-about.

we come back to burn some late night oil.  tomorrow's bogota -- our ultimate all-you-can-jet trip -- and we need to be on our marks for this one.  if you exclude salt lake city, bogota is as scary a place as jetblue flies ...

... and i am pysched for it in a big way.