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A little over two years ago, two of my mates and I flew over to the US and did a month long road trip, starting in LA and finishing in Houston. We were 22 years old at the time. One of the stops towards the end that we were most excited for was New Orleans. Not just for the nightlife and cheap booze, but also the jazz, the architecture, the food, the people and the non-stop party atmosphere.
We were staying at a hostel that was 10 minutes from Bourbon Street. We got there on the Friday afternoon, quickly checked in and then went for a walk around town. We had heard from a couple of fellow Aussies at the hostel that a bunch of them were going to be hitting the town that night, and we were very keen. When we got back though it looked like they had started pre gaming quite a while ago and were already getting close to leaving. Not to be discouraged, we joined the group of people sitting around the table. In what I can only describe as the luckiest moment of my life, I ended up sitting next to this girl Gabriella.