WHAT?  When did it become Saturday?  Last thing we remember it was Friday morning and we were wandering down Bourbon Street.  Now it's SATURDAY!  Okay, by reviewing the pictures on our "digital" (OH YEAH - no Instamatic film and flashcubes for us anymore!) camera small fragments of the day and night are coming back to us.  Apparently, we had a GREAT time!

We headed for the banks of the Mississippi and the music of  the French Quarter Festival.  Totally by accident they also had booths set up selling beer.  Well, nothing goes better with Southern music and the muddy Mississippi than cold beer - and LOTS of it!  Pretty soon, the music sort of became secondary - or tertiary - or quaternary! (that means third or fourth for all of you that were educated in the public school system like us).  

Anyway, as darkness closed in Kevin got caught sneaking into the back of a beer booth and so we headed back to the safety of Bourbon Street and it's quiet solitude of cozy bars and clubs.  We met up with our friends Mike & Tonya from Palm Springs (how the Hell they got here in New Orleans is a mystery!) and Mike and Sandra from right here in town and the evening deteriorated further into drunken debauchery.  Look, we know that the terms of our probation prohibit meeting with other felons, but it's so much damn fun!  Besides, we figure that by the time the New Orleans Police take this to their moms to be read, we'll be back across state lines and out of their jurisdiction - God willing and American Airlines too!  In the meantime, it's Saturday, we're still here in the French Quarter and we hear the bars still have beer...

      
Kevin figured he was "authorized" to drink beer!                OH YEAH!  after 3 hours of gambling we finally won BIG!

      
Mike looks for spare change in Sandra's purse.                            Guess how much Palm Springs Mike drank all day!