IN THE HEIRARCHY OF BLAME - WE'RE AT THE TOP OF THE LIST!
SATURDAY - FRENCH QUARTER - NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA - PARISH JAIL. Pretty much sums it up, doesn't it? Actually, we're not in the Parish jail - our night school educated Public Defender got us sprung before sunrise. That boy sure can do some damn fine lawyering! All the charges were dropped, an apology was issued by NOPD and we were back in the Quarter in time for grits at the Clover Grill. The whole issue was a BIG misunderstanding. We didn't know she was underage, we didn't know she'd crossed a state line to get here and we didn't know she had crystal meth in her purse. Hey, those lies worked for the governor of New York and they worked for us!
But let's focus on the evening before our encounter with the law enforcement community. It's St. Patrick's Day weekend and you'd think it was Mardis Gras. The streets are packed, the bars are packed and the beads are flying! OH YEAH! We love the whole barter for beads system. Wave up at a balcony or passing carriage, show a little ..... and catch your beads! Yeah, it's demeaning yada, yada, yada, but we never said we supported political correctness. Besides, when they're real you just gotta show 'em!
So what's in store for us today? Hmmmm, well it is Saturday, we are in the French Quarter, our friends Alan & Karen (who also have criminal records) are driving in to meet up with us, so.... Look, we're not good people, okay? We drink, we sneak into strip clubs without paying, we kick dogs and we're not ashamed of any of it. Well, we are ashamed, but we can't stop ourselves. It's a medical condition for which we are under the clinical supervision of medical doctor at the free clinic. In the meantime, we headed out to another kind of clinic where the medicine is cold, carbonated and comes in 12 oz bottles...
Stacy lived out her twin flight attendant fantasy! Bourbon Street - the bead capital of the free world!
The Parish Jail has the best cells in Louisiana! Our Dr. went to med school - the license thing is just details!
But let's focus on the evening before our encounter with the law enforcement community. It's St. Patrick's Day weekend and you'd think it was Mardis Gras. The streets are packed, the bars are packed and the beads are flying! OH YEAH! We love the whole barter for beads system. Wave up at a balcony or passing carriage, show a little ..... and catch your beads! Yeah, it's demeaning yada, yada, yada, but we never said we supported political correctness. Besides, when they're real you just gotta show 'em!
So what's in store for us today? Hmmmm, well it is Saturday, we are in the French Quarter, our friends Alan & Karen (who also have criminal records) are driving in to meet up with us, so.... Look, we're not good people, okay? We drink, we sneak into strip clubs without paying, we kick dogs and we're not ashamed of any of it. Well, we are ashamed, but we can't stop ourselves. It's a medical condition for which we are under the clinical supervision of medical doctor at the free clinic. In the meantime, we headed out to another kind of clinic where the medicine is cold, carbonated and comes in 12 oz bottles...
Stacy lived out her twin flight attendant fantasy! Bourbon Street - the bead capital of the free world!
The Parish Jail has the best cells in Louisiana! Our Dr. went to med school - the license thing is just details!
That looks like the toilet where yall said I exploded in! Whats up with that
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We still have memories of that fun city of New Orleans. We are still trying to get over the hangovers and the endless evenings of drunkeness! We will not ever forget it. We have turned into alcoholics because of you two troublemakers, but you know what? We cannot help but love you.
guy and cary.
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