According to Joe:
We did not need to be at the Mermaid Lounge until 9:30 but got into town around 2, so we went straight to the French Quarter. Already people were drinking - we saw people with beers walking down the street - a novel sight if you come from Philly where you'd get busted for having an open beer outside.
Chris, Dandrew, Steve and Brian decided to order drinks at a bar - everyone but Steve got a drink called a Hand Grenade. Steve opted for a Hurricane. These are sweet but potent drinks, and they had a few more after walking around. I had work yet to do and I was interested in staying sober at least until showtime.
They all gravitated back to the original bar that had the Hand Grenades (there was a man in a hand grenade suit out in front of it) and stuck around there. There were a couple of girls there to talk with. I became bored and decided to go for a walk on my own.
I walked all over the French Quarter and then decided to walk into town. I walked all the way to where the club was and then started walking back. Steve called my cell and said he was lost. He was alone. I asked him what street he was on and what cross street it was near and took a twenty minute walk to his location. We hung together to get dinner and decided it was time to go the club. For some reason I decided it would be better to walk then to take the van since the others might get confused or alarmed if the van was missing. We did not know where the others were. Brian was not picking up his cell.
When we got the club we met up with a couple of the other bands who were waiting outside. It was load in time. I tried Brian's cell again and this time Dandrew picked up. I asked him where he was and he did not know exactly but he seemed coherent. At the same time my work cell phone rang. It was Ceci in Philadelphia. She said that Chris was lost and about to pass out from drinking and we had to find him. She said he was at the corner of Bourbon and Orleans which is where the guy in the hand grenade costume was. I told Dandrew, who was with Brian, to go get Chris and then go to the van and come over to the Mermaid since it was load in time.
Dandrew said he did not know where the Mermaid Lounge was, but he said he would call me back when they got to the van so I could give him directions. He never called me back, though. An hour went by and the first band started to play. I decided to call them. They picked up and said they were driving in the van but they did not know where they were. I asked Brian to name some of the street signs but he said he could not read them. Then his cell phone died.
I waited at the club for about 15 minutes which is more than enough time to drive from the French Quarter. Then Steve and I decided to go for a walk to find coffee. On our walk we found the van parked on the side of the street, only about a half a block from the club. Chris was asleep. No one else was in the van. We could not find any coffee so we went back to the club.
Another band played (experimental art music from Texas) and then another band went on (local band who were the draw). We were next so we decided to wake up Chris while the local band were about half-way through their set. At the same time we woke up Chris my cell phone rang. It was Brian. They were on foot on the way and wanted directions to the club. I gave them directions but it seemed that the cell died again. They found the club with no trouble.
Chris pulled the van around the corner. He got there just as the local band finished their last song. We loaded our gear and played about 5 songs before the B flat on my organ got stuck. I could not unstick it, no matter how much I tried. Dandrew's bass kept cutting out too. I got angry and threw my organ to the ground. I messed it up even more and that was the end of the show.
We drove a little ways out of town to La Place LA and got a cheap motel room.