The Pontchartrain Hotel
I decided to go down to the Pontchartrain Hotel's bar tonight because they have free internet access, and they are on the same block as my beloved girlfriend. Within 3 minutes of sitting down and opening my computer, I was approached by a woman who I can only assume was a prostitute, asking if I was going to be looking at my computer all night. I told her I was indeed simply going to browse the internet all night. I wonder if web surfing at the Pontchartrain is some sort of New Orleans code for "I needa' hooker real bad". If so, this "free" internet access is actually quite pricey.