OOOOOhhhhh!  We remember this feeling all too well from last year.  It's Friday here in New Orleans and the first "morning after" of many to come during Mardis Gras.  Stacy has "freight train brain" and Kevin is blowing "technicolor yawns" all over the bathroom.  It's Mardis Gras, it's New Orleans and it DEFINITELY was the Absinthe!  If you don't know what that green rocket fuel derivative is, you gotta Google it because we're just not able to string nouns and verbs together very well today.

So last evening began with a quick trip to a few...ahhh....er...."gentleman's clubs."  Hey, you never know!  There might be some new inventions in anatomy.  It turns out there wasn't - but original research is always the most trustworthy!  From there we headed down Bourbon Street sampling beverages along the way.  If you've never been here, it's sorta like an all-you-can-eat buffet for alcoholics.  Let's just say that walking five blocks took us six hours!

The evening came to a screeching halt a place called the "Steak Pit."  Okay, it's Louisiana - they haven't sold any food, much less any steak, since the Korean War.  But they do sell "Huge Ass Beers." (Not kidding, they actually have that name trademarked!)  Anyway, we'd run outta cash by then, so Stacy worked the crowd for donations (pretending to be with the band), while Kevin sneaked into the backroom and tapped a keg without them knowing.  On reflection (and we often pause to consider our actions), it turned out to be a pretty decent start to a week of blind drunken debauchery.  Tonight is FRIDAY and if you think last night was wild, that was just a warmup...

      
Look, anatomy research is cutting edge stuff!                           Stacy chatted up Randy from the band for free beers!

      
The band thought Stacy was passing it for them!            Why buy beer when you can just tap one in the back room!