MONDAY!  Ya'll (that's Cajun talk) know what that means!  MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL!  Okay, so normally we're in Palm Springs and we head over to the Indian Casino for the $5 dollar pitchers and buffet.  But we're in New Orleans and the game tonight is being played right here at the Superdome (the Motel 6 for hurricane refugees!).  It doesn't get any better than this - and we DEFINITELY tried to get tickets to the game - but like always, there were "issues."

First we tried to play it straight.  We went to the "Dome," stood in f'ing line for hours and then they wouldn't take our out of town check drawn on that bank in Pasadena that failed earlier in the year.  They said they didn't care about any, "God Damned FDIC insurance!"  It's unfortunate because we wanna use up those checks since we paid to have 'em printed with our favorite NASCAR drivers on them.  You gotta love ordering blank checks through the mail from Parade magazine!

Anyway, back in the French Quarter we met up with a guy we know that runs one of the strip clubs on Bourbon Street.  He said he could hook us up with a couple tickets to the game for the "right" price.  Well it turned out that the right price was more than we had in cash and he definitely doesn't take outta town checks.  He said he'd trade the tickets if Stacy danced a shift at his club, but then she'd miss the game and that sorta was the whole idea.  Soooooo, we're gonna end up at some bar somewhere watching the game on a beer stained plasma TV - but the good news?  Stacy now has a regular job working two shifts this next weekend at the club...

      
Do you know how long we had to stand in this line!           Our friend couldn't get us tickets, but he did get Stacy a dancing job!

      
This is why Stacy quit dancing at the last place!                                           Well, and also because of the "urinal-in-a-bag!"