THURSDAY! - FRIDAY EVE!  This is it - the weekend is here - it's Friday Eve!  We're deep in the heart of the French Quarter in New Orleans and those damn process servers still found us!  By the way, what does "crimes against nature" mean anyway?  It sure seemed natural to us, to the strippers we paid and the long-haired Golden Retriever didn't seem to mind either.  Whatever!  Court orders are just paperwork, right?

Anyway, last night since Stacy was ordered by the court to attend school, she earned three continuing education units towards her GED.  Can you say " Bartending School?"  OH YEAH, BABY!  Why take English, or Economics, or Math when you can take Jagermiester, Kettle One and Budweiser (our loving sponsor!).  Let's just say that she learned how to squeeze a lemon and not use her hands at all!  Yeah, she made a lot of tips doing that.

Folks, New Orleans is happening.  And better yet, there's tons of out of town tourists we can run scams on and make a few bucks while we're here.  Last night some guy from Iowa was getting cozy with Stacy and that's fine, but he left the bar without his VISA Card and didn't even know it.  Let's just say that we're enjoying the new Def Leppard CD, the new pair of Jimmy Choo shoes and a 12-pak of Little Debbie Cakes thanks to him.  Anyway, the card has been canceled now (we found out trying to buy some thongs at Victoria's Secret for Kevin) so we're off to find another "solid, God fearing" mid-westerner here on a convention without his wife and...

      
      Stacy as a trainee bartender in the French Quarter!                   Her instructor taught her tricks you wouldn't believe!

      
We can say it in seven words:  BOURBON STREET, BABY!          We'll bet his wife will wonder about the VISA charges!