He managed to leave the security blanket otherwise known as JoJo out of the Mardi Gras trip, but he still arranged to have someone waiting for him there to hold his hand and lead the way.
His chaperone picked him up at the airport (nice cross hanging from the rear view mirror - air freshener?) and unsurpisingly drove him directly to Cafe du Monde so he could capture the obligatory done-to-death beignet-eating footage.
Despite having just left Cafe du Monde, their next stop was a Starbucks. I assume that pit stop was solely for KP to get "normal" coffee (what's chicory?), but he still managed to pull some content out of it by exploiting the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina to virtue signal to his fans that he's not just an influencer - he's a humanitarian too. Y'know, just like everyone's favorite life coach, JoJo.
Next up was lunch in the Quarter at a restaurant where his chaperone's mother's husband is a manager (i.e., comped check a/k/a free food and booze). Unfortunately, while walking from the car to the restaurant, his chaperone chose a route that led KP past a building that had been vandalized with some graffiti. The hapless adventurer clutched his pearls and clucked disapprovingly, but he bravely pressed on because he really needed a mimosa after that affront to his delicate sensibilities. At lunch, KP ate oysters for the first time (chargrilled, not courageous enough to go raw) and tested the chugability of his mimosa and his first ever Hurricane cuz he's classy like that.
They moved on from there to the Hotel Monteleone to get a quick gawk at the nice digs and chug a few overpriced cocktails at the "berserk"
hotel bar filled with tourists. Then he wrapped it up with a mini-excursion down Bourbon Street and was clearly shocked and a bit unsettled by the press of humanity.
My favorite part was the guy who vlogbombed KP while they were walking. For a second, I thought maybe KP was gonna get slocked.
