Kimberly Williamson Butler wants to be Mayor of New Orleans.
Like all good candidates she set up a website. Take a look:
For some reason, the web designer chose not to put a photo of New Orleans on the front page, but rather, New Orleans Square in Disneyland.
How do I know?
Because someone else pointed it out to me. But besides that, lets take a look at the photo.
First, take a look at the trash can.
It looks EXACTLY like a Disneyland New Orleans Square trash can:
Second, take a look at the people. A man and his lady casually walk down the middle of the street wearing a fruity Hawaiian shirt.
No worries that a car might come around that blind corner in front of them and flatten them like a pancake.
A pancake with no sense of style.
Third, here is another picture of the same spot in Disneyland:
It's Disneyland, baby.
Vote for Kim.
Well, Kim lost. Not sure who she lost to but she ain't mayor.
Still, she did bring a whole lot of attention to an area that really needed some attention. So, like Kimberly Williamson Butler I want to help the good people of New Orleans.
I didn't have any money to donate since I lost that all betting on the MLB All Star Game (damn you, American League!) and the Superbowl (damn you, Seattle Seahawks!) and Jose Vijiste double homicide trial (damn you, motion to declare a mistrial due to a deadlocked jury.)
But I did have tourism dollars (OK, so I guess I could donate. But I'm selfish.)
Either way, I packed my bags and headed to New Orleans.
I had a blast. I ate at the Blue Bayou, rode Pirates of the Caribbean and even pointed a few people in the direction of the nearest rest room.
Why do people always ask for the "nearest rest room?" Do they assume that I would have told them where the furthest rest room is if they didn't specify?
DUDE: Do you know where I can find a rest room?
ME: Sure! My friend John has 3 in his parent's house. I recommend the one off the master bedroom. His dad always has great magazines, wink wink.
DUDE: Is that the nearest rest room?
ME: Oh hell no! That's a 6 hour flight from here. The nearest rest room is right behind me.
You know, now I am starting to question calling it a "rest room" in the first place. You don't actually REST in there.
Well, regardless they all thanked me for pointing them in the right direction.
And I thank Kimberly Williamson Butler, for pointing ME in the right direction.